Michelle Celmer—Playing by the Baby Rules; Exerpt


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THE MILLIONAIRE'S
PREGNANT MISTRESS

Silhouette Desire
July 2006
ISBN 0-373-76739-0

CHAPTER ONE

In her twenty-four years, Tess McDonald had made her share of bad judgment calls, but this one topped them all. All of her life she’d been determined not to turn out like her mother, but here she was, making the same stupid mistakes. Maybe it was destiny or fate.
Or just dumb luck.
She stared up at the sprawling structure of marble and granite. Dark and foreboding under overcast, gloomy skies, it loomed before her like a castle out of a modern-day fairy tale. An enchanted castle where nothing was as it seemed and monsters lie in wait, ready to devour unsuspecting maidens. And what fairy tale would be complete without an embittered, cagey prince? A loner afflicted by some disfiguring curse, set free only by love in it’s purest form.
But Tess had abandoned the mystical for the practical a long time ago. Fairy tales weren’t real. There were no princes--cursed or otherwise--no enchanted castles, and the only monster she knew was still living with her mother back in Utah.
She climbed the wide marble steps to the front door, and lifted a reluctant hand--come on Tess, just do it--and forced herself to press the bell. The hollow ring penetrated the massive, intricately carved double doors, and vibrated through her chest to her frantically beating heart. Seconds ticked by as she waited for someone to answer. Seconds that felt like hours. When she’d almost convinced herself no one was home, the door opened.
She’d expected a maid or a butler, one in full costume of course--possibly looking like lurch from the Adam’s Family. Instead it was Ben, looking much like he had when they’d met.
Mysteriously and intriguingly dark.
His raven hair lay on his shoulders in long, silky waves and heavy lidded bedroom-eyes in the darkest, richest shade of brown studied her. Everything about him wreaked of prestige and wealth, from the expensive looking black cashmere sweater and custom tailored slacks to the tantalizing scent of his cologne.
She felt the same shiver of excitement as she had when she’d caught him staring at her from across the bar that night. Their eyes met and locked and the heat in the dark, bottomless depths, the blatant interest...suffice it to say her heart had gone berzerk with anticipation.
The way it was now.
He hadn’t said a word. He’d just held out his hand in silent invitation and she taken it. He’d led her to the dance floor and when he pulled her into his arms, pressed her to the lean length of his body, she melted against him. Then he’d dipped his head and brushed his lips over hers.
Now, there were kisses, and there were kisses.
Kissing Ben had felt like two pieces of a puzzle locking together in a perfect fit. Her knees had gone weak and the room spun around her like a carousel. She knew in that instant that she would sleep with him. It wasn’t even a conscious decision. It was just something she had to do. An opportunity she would regret for the rest of her life if she let it pass.
She also knew that he was probably just interested in one night. The, I’m-not-looking-for-a-relationship line he fed her between kisses in the elevator on the way up to his room had been a big tip-off. She’d never expected to see him again.
Considering the look on his face now, neither had he.
She knew she should say something, but she couldn’t seem to make her mouth work. All she could do was stare, wondering if he knew who she was. If he remembered her. If he was wondering how she’d managed to track him down. She’d never been one to read the tabloids and she didn’t have cable television so it had been weeks later that she’d learned from the girls at work who he really was.
What he’d been hiding.
He wedged his shoulder in the door jamb and folded his arms over his chest, looking her up and down, those dark eyes putting a chink in the man-resistant armor she wore these days.
“ And here I thought you’d been abducted by aliens,” he finally said, in that velvety, dark-chocolate voice.
Okay, so he did remember her.
He wasn’t really going to pretend she’d wronged him somehow, was he? To stay the night in his room would have only been delaying the inevitable. The morning brush-off. The gee-it-was-nice, have-a-good-life speech men like him were notorious for.
At the time, she didn’t think her heart could take that, because she had fallen stupidly and completely in love with Ben that night.
“ You weren’t looking for a relationship,” she reminded him.
His eyes narrowed; the bottomless pools she’d found so entrancing that night. How could she have known what he’d really been hiding behind that dark exterior?
The smoldering look in his eyes burned hotter. “I’m still not looking for a relationship.”
“ I just came to talk. Can I come inside?”
Though he looked hesitant, he held the door open wider and stepped back, all but disappearing into the dark interior.
The rubber soles of her work shoes squeaked on the marble floor as she stepped inside the cavernous foyer, and hazy darkness swallowed her like a hungry beast. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, oddly shaped, ominous shadows crept soundlessly around her like restless spirits.
You don’t believe in spooks, she reminded herself.
The door closed behind her with a thud that bounced off the walls and echoed up the cathedral ceiling. Ben simply stood there, towering over her, arms folded over his chest, biceps straining against the sleeves of his shirt, his face hidden in shadow. His intimidating size, ropes of lean, corded muscle, were part of what intrigued her that night, what had drawn her to him. As if she hadn’t learned her lesson so many times before. Dark angsty men were nothing but trouble.
But, boy they could be fun for a night or two.
He may have been dark and reserved in the bar, but under the covers she’d never had a more attentive, exciting, imaginative lover. It was all coming back now. How alive and beautiful he’d made her feel.
And why she’d run like hell in the middle of the night.
What he didn’t know is that he’d given her gift. The piece of her that had always been missing, even if she hadn’t realized it. For the first time in her life she had a purpose. She wasn’t alone. And for that she owed him everything.
That included an explanation.
True, the timing couldn’t have been worse, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t happy. And scared of course. This would change everything.
She’d considered not telling him. Odds are he never would have found out. They didn’t exactly run in the same social circles. In fact, she had worked so many hours since moving here, she wasn’t even part of a social circle. And after everything he’d been through in the past year, well, he probably would have been better off left in the dark.
And considering the lack of light in here, that was exactly where he preferred to be.
She thought she could handle this alone, but as hard as she’d tried, her best efforts just weren’t cutting it anymore. She needed his help. And since there was no easy way to say it, to soften the blow, she decided it was best to just get it out.
She took a deep breath and held her chin high. “I just thought you should know that I’m pregnant and you’re the father.”

From the book: Millionaire's Pregnant Mistress

By: Michelle Celmer