Restless Billionaire by Abby Green Page A

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SATURDAY evening Aneesa was worn out. She’d spent the day with Sebastian and
his assistant exhaustively going through the hospitals and prenatal doctor
recommendations, before finally making some choices. And while for her it was
hammering the reality of her pregnancy home more and more, if anything it
seemed to make Sebastian retreat further and further.
                 Late
this afternoon he’d absented himself from discussions
and gone to his study. When Aneesa had been letting his pleasant middle-aged
assistant out of the apartment, the PA turned to Aneesa and confided, ‘I’m very
happy for you both … I’ve always hoped that Sebastian would—’
                 The
older woman had stopped abruptly and blushed and then said awkwardly, ‘I’m sure
you don’t need to hear my ramblings. Goodbye, dear.’
                 And
she was gone, leaving Aneesa wondering what on earth she’d been about to say.
She whirled around with a guilty flush on her face as if she’d been caught out
when Sebastian said from behind her, ‘I thought we’d stay in to eat tonight.
Frankly, I’m bushed.’
                 Aneesa
looked at him carefully. He did look tired and her heart clenched. She nodded. ‘That’s
fine with me. I’m tired too.’
                 He
nodded. ‘Good. Daniel will have dinner ready in about an hour if you want to
take a rest beforehand.’
                 So solicitous, so polite. The perfect
host. And the father of her baby even if he didn’t want to deal with it.
Aneesa let out a breath when she watched Sebastian walk back into his study,
and she retreated to her room where she lay on her bed looking up at the
ceiling.
                 She
wondered churlishly if Sebastian was letting a woman down tonight. If he’d had
to cancel a date with the woman he’d seen the other night? Acrid emotion scared
her with its intensity and she turned over and struggled to take a nap,
eventually giving up with a deep sigh and having a shower instead.
                 She
just couldn’t relax knowing Sebastian was close by.
                 After
her shower she got dressed in loose harem pants and a sleeveless vest, and left
her hair down. When she went into the dining room where Daniel was just serving
the starter, Sebastian stood and Aneesa felt inordinately shy. He’d obviously
showered too, and his hair was wet. He was dressed in fresh jeans and a
T-shirt. And looked handsome enough to make her step falter.
                 She
cursed herself as she sat down; she was no better than a groupie with a crush.
                 Sebastian
was grateful for Daniel’s solid presence when Aneesa had appeared in the dining
room. Or else he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to restrain himself
from smashing the heavy oak table aside and picking her up like some kind of
caveman to bring back to his bedroom, to ravish her.
                 She
was temptation incarnate. All at once deliciously curvy yet slender, silky
olive skin and a tantalising glimpse of shadowy cleavage under her flimsy top.
Her loose trousers merely hinted at the length of supple leg underneath and it
didn’t take much for him to remember how they’d felt wrapped around his back,
squeezing tighter and tighter … like the muscles of her—
                 ‘Wine?’
                 Sebastian
looked wildly at Daniel for a moment, acutely aware of Aneesa sitting down
beside him, her scent on the air. He finally got out a strangled, ‘Yes, red,
please.’ And managed to sit down again too.
                 Aneesa
smiled widely at Daniel, hoping that her inner turmoil wasn’t evident on her
face. ‘No wine for me, thanks. I’ll just have water.’
                 And
then they were alone. Aneesa looked anywhere but at Sebastian, and the tension
mounted, until suddenly, to her utter horror and chagrin,