One Night, So Pregnant! (4 page)

CHAPTER FIVE

P
LEASE
let it have been an erotic dream...

T
ESS
squeezed her eyes shut and prayed as she walked down the hallway of her apartment, drying her damp hair after a desperate attempt to rinse off the scent of sex and insanity in the apartment’s power shower.

‘I made coffee. All I could find was decaff.’

Her gaze darted to the kitchenette at the husky comment, and the towel flopped onto her shoulders. The muscles in her spine tensed at the sight of the man standing by the counter with a mug of coffee at his lips.

Fabulous
.

This was no dream. It was a nightmare. She really had made love to Nate Graystone like a sex-starved rabbit, twenty minutes ago.

Apart from the two undone buttons at the top of his pristine white shirt, and the furrows in his thick black hair, he didn’t look like a man who had recently been ravaged by a nymphomaniac.

Unfortunately, she knew better.

She resisted the urge to groan. And let go of the fervent prayer that he might have taken the hint when she shot off to the shower, and miraculously vanished.

‘Decaff is all I have.’ She avoided his eyes, deciding that the post-coital politeness was as unbearable as the antagonism that had preceded it.

‘I hope black works, because I couldn’t find cream either,’ he said, handing her a cup.

‘Black’s fine.’ She leant over the counter to take the mug he must have pulled out of her packing case, careful not to step back into the kitchenette with him.

Best not to get too close to him again. The man had some weird chemical effect on her self-control that appeared to be exacerbated by her pregnancy—how else could she have allowed this to happen? Again.

‘I’m moving out this afternoon. Hence the empty fridge,’ she said, ignoring his steady, concentrated gaze as she skirted round the countertop and retreated back into the living area.

She heard his footsteps on the wooden flooring as he took the hint this time and followed her into the larger space.

‘Listen, Tess.’ He cleared his throat. ‘Despite how it looks, I didn’t come here to...’ She turned when he hesitated, surprised to see the dull flush on his cheeks beneath his tan.

Some of the tension in her shoulder blades eased at the thought that he was as confused by their insane behaviour as she was.

‘To boff me senseless on my kitchen counter,’ she finished for him.

He looked taken aback for a moment, then huffed out a laugh. ‘That’s one way of putting it.’

He sipped his coffee, watching her intently over the rim as if he were trying to gauge her mood. ‘I seem to have serious control problems when it comes to you and confined spaces.’

Despite the flutter of panic still buzzing about in her belly, she smiled. ‘Ditto.’

‘You’re not angry?’ he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

‘Why would I be angry? You gave me the choice and I distinctly remember giving you my whole-hearted permission.’

He chuckled, his eyes glittering with amusement.

‘Although I think next time you give a girl a choice,’ she added playfully, hoping humour would skim over the awkwardness, ‘don’t wait until the moment of penetration. It might make your offer seem a little disingenuous.’

He stepped forward. ‘Point taken.’

‘And knicker-ripping is sort of frowned on too. Those happened to be Indian silk.’

‘I ripped your panties?’

‘Yes, you did, I have the torn shreds to prove it. By the way that’s two pairs you owe me now.’

The lazy smile softened his features and reminded her painfully of the reckless, devil-may-care charmer who had seduced her so easily nearly two months before. ‘Don’t worry, I’m good for them.’ Then he reached out and touched her cheek.

Tess jerked her head away from the tender stroke, disturbed by the clutch in her heart and the awareness shimmering across her cheekbone.

‘No touching, Nate,’ she said, holding onto the shiver of longing when his hand dropped to his side. ‘Twice was enough, don’t you think?’

Even for a raving nymphomaniac.

The smile died on his lips—but she refused to regret it.

Their latest chemical explosion was only going to complicate an already untenable situation. She’d made a commitment to have her baby.

She’d signed up with Eva’s obstetrician and had her first appointment four days ago. She’d bought a stack of books on pregnancy and childbirth, and had been on the phone every morning to Eva to debate her ballooning bust size and the slight queasiness that contrary to everyone else she’d ever heard of only affected her in the afternoon. And she’d been to the pharmacy to stock up on enough pregnancy vitamins to fell a rhinoceros. She’d even lined up interviews with a series of hospitality firms and started putting together a killer portfolio of her recent events to wow their socks off if she got an interview.

And after a week of careful planning, and getting her life—her new life—into some semblance of order, she was convinced that she’d made the right decision. But it was her choice, and her baby, and she wanted to keep it that way. She wasn’t going to make the mistake of trying to drag Nate Graystone into that equation again, just because he had some spurious biological connection to her child.

Clearly, spending over a year dating a man who had the sex drive of a sloth had made her uniquely susceptible to a man with the libido of a rampant tiger, but she wasn’t going to give in to her hormones—or him—again.

She folded her arms over her waist and dampened the silly little blip in her heart rate as his gaze intensified. Let him think what he wanted. She needed to get over her reaction to this man. And fast. And flirting with him probably wasn’t the best way to go about it.

‘So what exactly did you come here for?’ she murmured when he didn’t say anything.

Suspicion shadowed his eyes.

‘I came to find out if you are really pregnant and if the child’s definitely mine.’

There was that
if
again, she thought resentfully. But she held onto her temper this time, determined not to say anything she would probably end up regretting.

She’d foolishly had monkey sex with Nate Graystone twice now, but a chemical reaction was not a relationship. He’d rejected her once and he’d rejected her child too—she wasn’t going to leave herself open to more of the same.

‘Why the sudden change of heart?’ she asked evasively. ‘You seemed fairly convinced I was a lying tart the last time we met.’

His brow creased, and the familiar cynicism flickered across his face. ‘I never said that.’

She put the coffee mug down. ‘I told you I was pregnant. You told me it wasn’t yours. What part of that didn’t I understand?’

‘I overreacted,’ he replied curtly.

‘That’s quite an understatement,’ she said. ‘But it still doesn’t answer my question. What made you change your mind and decide I might not be lying after all?’

‘I never said you were lying.’ The crease on his brow became a fissure. ‘Are you pregnant or not? And if you are, how sure are you the child is mine?’

Tess pushed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. Did he really believe that the truth was all that mattered? That whether or not he was the father made up for the flippant response, the cold dismissal?

‘How would you react? If I told you that I am pregnant and the child’s definitely yours?’

‘I don’t know. Is that what you are telling me?’ he asked, his voice rising.

It was her turn to frown. ‘What do you mean, you don’t know?’

‘I mean, I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead. Now give me a straight answer, damn it.’

Her heart sank at his curt, frustrated tone and what it meant. He didn’t feel anything for this child. He was simply here out of some warped sense of duty. She’d given him a straight answer ten days ago and he hadn’t wanted to hear it then. And she doubted he wanted to hear it now.

If her child asked one day about its biological father, she could contact Nate again. But right here, right now, he didn’t want to be involved. And she didn’t want him there, if he didn’t want to be there, it was as simple as that, because a child could always tell if its father didn’t want it. She ought to know.

‘There isn’t a baby any more—is that straight enough for you?’

She’d expected him to look relieved, but instead he looked momentarily stunned. ‘Any more? Did you have an abortion?’

‘No,’ she said instinctively, and a little too hastily. ‘No, I...’ She struggled to regroup and get the lie back on track. ‘The test was faulty.’

‘But you took three tests? How could they all be faulty?’

When had she told him that? She swallowed, keeping her face as blank as possible—lying had never been one of her strong suits. ‘They weren’t faulty exactly. It’s called a false positive.’

‘I see,’ he said, the words loaded with scepticism. ‘So you’re definitely not pregnant? And you never were?’

‘No, I’m...’ The lie got stuck somewhere around her larynx, she gave a little cough, to force it out. ‘No, I’m definitely not pregnant. So you can leave now, and forget about me.’

He held her gaze, studying her with an intensity that made her want to squirm, then his focus dipped deliberately and zeroed in on her cleavage. Her breasts chose that precise moment to strain against the fabric of her T-shirt. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and tightened her arms across her chest, wishing she’d put on something looser, and a lot less revealing.

But as the seconds ticked past the irony of the situation hit her. First he didn’t believe her when she told him she
was
pregnant. And now he didn’t believe her when she said she
wasn’t
.

She might not know much about this guy, but one thing was for sure: he had some serious trust issues with women. He sure as hell had a trust issue with her.

And all right, he’d be correct in assuming she was lying now. But she was only doing it for the benefit of her baby. And for goodness’ sake, she was doing him a favour, letting him off a hook he’d made it abundantly clear he didn’t relish being caught on.

At long last he lifted his head. ‘Whatever happens, I won’t forget you, Tess.’ A flush climbed up her neck at his gruff words. ‘You’re kind of unforgettable.’

She tried to ignore the inappropriate pulse of heat, but then he cradled her cheek and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and she had to force herself to shift away from his tantalising touch.

He walked to the door, and sent her one last penetrating look over his shoulder. As the door closed behind him she covered her belly with her palms, surprised to feel her knees shaking slightly.

Don’t be idiotic—you’ve done the only smart thing.

She had tons to concentrate on in the next few months, like having a healthy pregnancy, finding secure employment with better healthcare benefits and locating a much cheaper apartment before she outstayed her welcome with Nick and Eva.

A man who had her turning into an insatiable sex maniac every time she so much as caught a whiff of his scent would only help concentrate her into an emotional and physical wreck.

* * *

Nate settled in the driver’s seat of the Jeep, tugged the smart phone out of the back pocket of his trousers and keyed the words ‘false positive pregnancy test’ into the Internet browser. After scouring the relevant web pages, he then typed the words ‘pregnancy early signs’ into the search engine. Five minutes later, he switched the app off and tilted his head back against the seat, frustration making the sinews in his neck hurt.

What the hell had he been thinking having sex with her again?

He’d known it was a mistake, the second he’d touched the soft skin of her nape and slanted his lips across hers, but her gasp of surrender had sent the arrow of need soaring straight into his groin.

Tess Tremaine did something to him, something that sliced through all his self-control, until he was acting on autopilot, feeling instead of thinking, wanting instead of weighing up. And running solely on the endorphin rush of spectacular sex.

He adjusted his pants, discomforted by the memory
of how his control had snapped so suddenly. One minute they’d been sniping at each other and the next they’d been going for it on her kitchen counter.

He rubbed his hands down his face, the frustration now warring with embarrassment and disbelief.

Get over it, Graystone.

He eased his head off the seat and stared down the street. Getting worked up about what an ass he’d been was getting him nowhere. This wasn’t about him, it wasn’t even about the sex they’d had, this was about Tess and her complete inability to give him a straight answer about anything. She’d lied about not being pregnant, he was sure of it. Because however volatile and contradictory and confusing and downright intoxicating the woman was, one thing was for absolute sure: unlike Marlena, she couldn’t lie worth a damn.

And he had a bad feeling he already knew the reason why she’d lied.

He glanced up at her block, curious now at the thought of the empty apartment and all those packing boxes. Where exactly was she moving to? Didn’t he have a right to know that? If he was the father of her child?

The picture of a child—his child—rose unbidden in his mind. He rubbed his palm against the tightening in his chest, swallowed down the tightening in his throat. What if she was planning to head back to Britain?

Picking his phone up, he stabbed in Walter Jensen’s office number.

He didn’t want to think about the baby. And he wasn’t going to, not until he absolutely had to. But he was through playing nice with Tess Tremaine. She was going to give him the truth and if that meant getting his attorney involved—and staying the hell away from confined spaces—so be it.

CHAPTER SIX

‘N
ATHANIEL
,
do you have any idea how complex the laws governing fathers’ rights are?’ Walter Jensen rested his forearms on his large maple-wood desk and sent Nate a look he’d hated ever since he had been twelve years old, and the family lawyer had explained to him in calm, measured tones that taking his father’s car for a joyride and getting picked up by the cops was not the smartest thing he’d ever done.

‘Any kind of court action could potentially take years.’ Walter paused to take a breath, his gruff paternal tone pulling Nate back into one of the lowest periods of his life. ‘And you don’t even know for sure that this baby is yours. Or even if it actually exists.’

Nate stood, the anger that had built overnight coursing back up his spine.

‘She lied to me about the pregnancy. And I don’t know where she’s living. I don’t care what my rights are, but I want the truth. I can’t just let this go. You know I can’t.’

Knowledge flashed in Walter’s pale eyes, the knowledge that had always remained unspoken between the two of them. The bitter taste of regret curdled Nate’s insides. Even in his sixties, Walter had a brilliant legal mind, sharp, insightful and analytical, and more importantly he was a good man. But Nate had never been able to trust him completely, because, like most of the adults he had known growing up, Walter had made a living keeping his father’s dirty little secrets safe.

‘Okay, calm down,’ Walter said, lifting his hands in a quelling motion.

Nate dropped back into his chair, embarrassed to realise he’d raised his voice.

‘This is what I suggest,’ Walter continued in the cool, dispassionate tones of a man well used to talking people down off an emotional ledge. ‘We ask Miss Tremaine in here, and we negotiate. If you’re willing to offer her a generous subsidy to take care of all her living expenses until the baby’s born—’

‘I am...’ Nate cut in. He wanted this settled once and for all. He wanted Tess to cooperate, to be straight with him and he’d pay whatever he had to to achieve that. But most of all he wanted the hideous suspicion that had been torturing him most of the night—that he had always been his father’s son after all—to go the hell away.

Walter glanced up from the papers on his desk, sending him a level look. ‘Then I’m sure she’ll listen to reason.’

Knowing how contrary Tess Tremaine had been already, Nate wasn’t betting on it, but he nodded anyway. ‘Great, when can we do it? I don’t want this messing with my head any longer.’

He still hadn’t quite figured out what he was going to do when he knew the truth for sure, but once he had the ‘Tess Factor’ under some semblance of control, he would take the necessary steps to ensure he did what he had to do. If the child was his, he would provide for it. And acknowledge it. That much was non-negotiable.

Walter flicked through the large leatherbound planner on his desk. ‘I’ll have my office contact her and see if we can set something up this week. If the baby does turn out to be yours, one thing you’ll want to do is start establishing a quantifiable interest in it as its biological father. Most courts so far have determined that a father’s rights are directly related to how involved he has been in the nurturing of a child.’

Nate nodded stiffly, the thought of nurturing a child paralysing him for a moment.

‘Right.’ Getting up from the chair, he held out his hand to the elderly man, glad to be finally setting something concrete and definable in motion. This didn’t need to be the emotional minefield Tess was trying to make it. They could negotiate this situation sensibly, like civilised adults. But given their bad habit of resorting to mind-blowing sex every time they were alone together, involving a third party was the way to go.

‘Thanks, Walter, I appreciate your input.’ He picked up his suit jacket, slung it over his shoulder. Feeling more in control than he had since he’d first laid eyes on Tess Tremaine. ‘Let Jenny know when the meeting’s scheduled and I’ll be there.’

Walter slammed the planner closed. ‘Are you sure that’s wise?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I’ve gotta say, son, I haven’t seen you this steamed up since that episode with the Ducatti woman ten years ago. It might be simpler and less provocative if my team and I handle it from here.’

Nate debated the thought. Yes, it would be easier and more rational to let the legal team take over from here. But then the image of Tess, lying to him without a qualm not a half-hour after he’d been thrusting into her on her kitchen counter, blazed through his mind.

The hell with that.

He couldn’t just let it go. Maybe it was irrational, and a little childish of him, but he wanted to see her brought to account. And the good news was he wasn’t that dumb twenty-year-old kid any more, who had fallen so easily for Marlena’s lies.

Tess had been driving him slowly insane from the first minute he’d spotted her in the crowded rooftop bar during the Galloway party. But despite that cosmic chemistry, she didn’t have any more power over him than any other woman. And when she signed on the dotted line and took his money, he’d be able to prove it.

‘I’ll let you do all the talking, Walter,’ he said, making it clear he’d made up his mind on the issue.

Walter gave a brief nod, but looked unconvinced. ‘All right. You’re paying the bills, I guess it’s your call.’

Damn straight it was, Nate thought as he left the office.

And when Tess Tremaine finally figured that out, everything could be worked out to his satisfaction.

* * *

‘I do not believe it!’ Tess slammed the phone back into the cradle on Eva’s kitchen wall.

‘What’s happened? Who was that on the phone?’ Eva asked, pausing as she shovelled some unidentifiable substance into Carmine’s open mouth.

‘That, if you can believe it, was the PA to Walter Jensen.’ Tess spat the words out. ‘Who is none other than the legal representative of Nathaniel Graystone, CEO of Graystone Enterprises.’

‘The Firecracker Guy?’

‘He’s
not
the Firecracker Guy,’ Tess said as the telltale blush fired up her throat at the memory of how much of a firecracker he’d been six days ago in her kitchen. ‘He’s a pain in the backside.’

Eva wiped Carmine’s mouth with his bib and handed the baby the plastic spoon to suck. ‘What did his lawyer want?’

‘Apparently, I’m supposed to go to their offices for a meeting tomorrow. When the terms of our settlement will be negotiated.’

‘What settlement?’

‘I have absolutely no idea, and the delightful Mrs Shenberg didn’t seem keen to elaborate. When I asked for an explanation she started talking in tongues about their client Mr Graystone, his rights and responsibilities, and loads of other rubbish that made no sense whatsoever. What rights and responsibilities?’ Tess marched across the open-plan kitchen getting more agitated by the second. She felt as if she’d been sucked into an alternative reality in which Nate Graystone seemed to have invaded her life. ‘I’m not going. He doesn’t have any rights and responsibilities towards me. Which I have already made perfectly clear.’

She didn’t want to see him again. Look what had happened the last time. She was having a hard enough time forgetting about him, and yet he insisted on continually reappearing in her life.

‘Actually, he sort of does,’ Eva said, sending a pointed look towards Tess’s belly button.

Tess placed her hand over her midriff. ‘That’s not his responsibility, it’s mine. I don’t want him involved.’

‘Why not?’ Eva protested. ‘He’s the baby’s father.’

‘No, he’s not...’ Tess waved the thought away, feeling flustered. ‘Not in any real sense. His involvement’s just an accident of genetics.’

Eva gave an incredulous laugh and smiled at her son, who was hammering an invisible nail into his high chair with his spoon. ‘I’ll be sure to tell Nick that, next time he drags himself out of bed at two in the morning to change Carmine’s nappy.’

‘It’s not the same. Nick’s a fantastic dad. You can see how much he adores his son every time he looks at him. Nate Graystone’s not interested in being a father.’

‘How do you know that?’ Eva leaned forward to emphasize her point. ‘He may have said some stupid things when you told him about the baby. But maybe he was in shock.’

‘No, he wasn’t,’ Tess said, remembering the easy dismissal when he’d first heard the news.

Eva brushed aside the observation with a flick of her fingers. ‘Fine, but he must have had a change of heart or why would he be offering you a settlement? And getting his lawyers involved?’

‘I told you, I don’t know, especially as I saw him six days ago and told him I wasn’t even pregnant.’

‘You did
what
?’ Eva looked so shocked, Tess felt the lead football form in her stomach again. If Eva knew what else she’d done that afternoon, she wouldn’t just be shocked, she’d be appalled.

‘Don’t look at me like that.’ She didn’t want to feel guilty. She’d done the right thing. ‘He came to see me to ask about the baby. But I could tell he was only there because he thought he had to be. He doesn’t care about the baby.’
Or me
.

The football got bigger, weighing down her stomach like a boulder. She pushed the silly moment of vulnerability away.

Who cared if Nate Graystone had feelings for her? She didn’t need an emotional connection with a man like him.

‘So you told him the baby didn’t
exist
?’ The concern in Eva’s voice made Tess stiffen.

‘It seemed like the sensible thing to do. I don’t want my baby getting saddled with a father who doesn’t want it, like I did.’

Concern clouded Eva’s eyes. ‘What makes you think your father didn’t want you?’

Tess stood up, determined not to get suckered in by Eva’s sweet-natured attempts to always see the best in people. ‘He kicked me out of the house when I was fifteen, and I had to go live with my aunt. I’d call that pretty conclusive proof.’

‘Oh, Tess, that’s dreadful.’ Eva’s eyes widened with distress. ‘I never knew that. Was that after your mother died?’

‘Yes. Three years after.’

‘That’s terrible. How could he? I’m so sorry.’

Tess nodded, smothering the slither of guilt at Eva’s heartfelt show of sympathy. The truth was her father’s actions hadn’t been entirely unprovoked. She’d gone through a bad patch after her mother’s death. A very bad patch. In fact, she’d made her father’s life hell. But that was hardly an excuse for him to bury himself in work, to close himself in his study for hours on end and virtually ignore her. The truth was the only time he’d shown her any attention was when she’d got into trouble—so she’d got into a lot of trouble.

Tess concentrated on the furious crashing of Carmine’s spoon against the plastic table top and waited for the tug of shame at the way she’d behaved as a teenager to pass. Her current problem had nothing to do with her dad, and the causes of that long-ago dismissal—and everything to do with Nate Graystone.

‘Thanks, Eva, but you don’t have to be sorry. I got over what happened back then years ago.’ Maybe blaming the estrangement entirely on her father seemed a little immature now, but it was how she’d got through it at the time; there was no point in revisiting her actions now. ‘The point is, Nate Graystone didn’t want to know when I first told him about the pregnancy and I’m not convinced that has changed.’

‘But surely the fact that he’s called this meeting at all has to be a positive step. A sign that he wants to be involved?’ Eva murmured. ‘Doesn’t he deserve a second chance?’

‘But I don’t
want
him to be involved,’ she said forcefully, and tried to make herself believe it. Wasn’t that why she’d lied to him six days ago? But why didn’t she feel quite so sure about that decision now? And why couldn’t she forget the tender touch of his fingertip on her cheek?

Eva drew in a weighty breath. ‘You should go to this meeting tomorrow, and tell him the truth about the pregnancy. Quite apart from anything else, you could use some financial help.’

‘Yes, but...’ Tess trailed off, her blood pressure plummeting as the real reason Nate had called this meeting suddenly became blindingly obvious. ‘I don’t think I’ll have to tell him. I think he already knows.’

‘Tess, you’ve gone white. What’s the matter?’

‘That’s why he’s got his lawyers involved. He’s planning to force me to have an abortion.’

Eva gasped. ‘That’s hideous. Don’t say that.’ But the shock and outrage in her voice did nothing to dislodge Tess’s suspicions.

Unless you were as sweet and optimistic as Eva, what other explanation could there be? She had to be a realist if she was going to survive.

The way she’d survived once before when her father had driven her to live with her mother’s sister and told her she could only come back when she learned to behave herself.

She’d cried and pleaded with him all the way, but he’d refused to budge on the matter, his voice weary but firm.

It had taken months of tears and tantrums, but eventually she’d got her act together and turned her life around, enrolling in a new school and making a fresh start. And the loss of her mother had finally become an old scar instead of a constantly festering wound. But her relationship with her father had remained strained and distant for the rest of his life. She’d never gone back to live with him. And she’d never been able to forgive him for casting her aside.

Funny to think that she’d thought Nate Graystone was as bad as her father—only to discover it was quite possible he was a great deal worse.

Unfortunately, the irony didn’t make the bitter disappointment or the grim reality of what she would have to face tomorrow feel any less daunting.