His Pregnancy Bargain by Kim Lawrence Page A

date?’
    Her hands balled into fists. ‘You must be joking!’ she hissed. ‘What you did was sick.’
    â€˜Stupid maybe,’ came Luc’s grim-faced admission.
    Suddenly Megan wanted to cry. ‘You’re a cold, callousbastard, and I’m so glad I entertained you.’ Her feathery brows twitched. ‘Do you generally have to pretend to be someone else to get a woman to sleep with you?’
    Luc was starting to look exasperated. ‘Look, I really regret what happened tonight.’
    â€˜Why—was I that bad?’ In case he thought she was seeking reassurance, she added belligerently, ‘You should know that I happen to know I was great.’
    â€˜You were great and then,’ he drawled, ‘you opened your mouth.’ Even as he spoke an image flashed into his head of those soft, moist lips running over his naked skin. His eyes half closed, Luc’s respiration started to come significantly faster as his body responded with painful urgency to the steamy image of Megan kneeling in front of him. It was so real that his long fingers flexed as he imagined himself winding them into the silky honey tresses as she knelt before him.
    He touched the back of his hand to the beads of sweat along his upper lip and struggled to regain some control of his imagination.
    Dear God, Luc, he told himself, you’re acting like a teenager with his first rush of hormones!
    â€˜You seemed to think I was great too. In fact I seem to recall you saying you thought you were falling in love with me…?’
    Megan froze. ‘I did not!’
    â€˜I could say did too , but not being five any more I won’t. I’m prepared to give the benefit of the doubt…’
    This man was quite simply unbelievable!
    â€˜The fact is I’m not happy with unquestioning adoration. I hate clingy women.’
    â€˜Do I look like I’m suffering from a case of adoration?’
    â€˜For crying out loud, woman!’ he grated, an expression of seething frustration on his lean, strong-boned face. ‘I came here to apologise but you make me so damned mad.’His heavy-lidded glance slid downwards from the twin beacons of her blazing blue eyes.
    At about the same moment Megan awakened to the uncomfortable fact she was standing there in a skimpy, short nightie. Her discomfort would have been ten times worse had she realised that the moonlight had rendered the fabric virtually transparent.
    Luc was not similarly unaware and hadn’t been since she had leapt from her bed. He was painfully aware of the outline of her slim, supple body. As much as he tried not to let them, his eyes were continually drawn to the gentle upward tilt of her rosy-tipped breasts and the strategic darker shadow at the apex of her long legs.
    Megan resisted the urge to tug down the hem, and endured his scrutiny impassively. It isn’t what you wear, it’s the way you wear it—isn’t that what Mum always says? Of course her mother, who bought sexy silk pyjamas half a dozen at a time from her favourite designer, would never have been caught wearing a cheap chain-store nightdress.
    â€˜Was it all a joke to you?’ Megan asked.
    His smoky gaze returned to her face; his manner was uncharacteristically distracted. ‘Of course it wasn’t a joke…I didn’t expect tonight to go the way it did.’
    â€˜Well, I don’t believe you,’ she countered furiously. ‘I think you planned everything. I think you’re a cold, callous, manipulative snake.’
    â€˜Right, then, I don’t suppose there’s anything more to say.’
    He’s going now…say something. ‘Fine, you know where the door is.’
    Face like stone, Luc turned. ‘See you around, Megan.’
    â€˜Not if I see you first,’ she hissed.
    The moment the door closed she crumbled.

CHAPTER NINE
    M ALCOLM , wearing silk pyjamas and a dressing gown, looked relieved when he saw