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“To give you the chance you deserve.” He answers without hesitation.
I shake my head. “No, that’s not good enough. You bought a house around the corner from my family when we hadn’t even spoken in, like, ten years. For all you knew, I was going to tell you to fuck off.”
“I have a lot of money. It wasn’t really much of a risk.”
“You told your brother we’re in love.” I let that hang in the air. His head tilts and he looks amused. “You gave up Vegas. You built that entire business yourself, and you gave it up.”
“I would rather start over again than lose my brother. It was an easy trade.”
“But you wouldn’t have had to make that trade at all if you didn’t marry me. Why, Gian? What are you getting out of this?”
He pushes off the counter and steps closer. “Do you really want me to answer that question,tesorina?”
“I’m asking. Usually people want answers to questions they ask.”
“I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
He shrugs, running a hand through his hair. “I got you. That’s what I wanted.”
I bark a laugh at him. He doesn’t seem to like that. “Are you kidding me? Come on, don’t give me that crap. You ditched me ten years ago and we haven’t spoken since. What if you came home and I was totally different?”
“You’re not.”
“How do you know that?” Frustration wells up inside my stomach. “It’s been ten years. There’s no way I’m the same girl I was back in college, and you’re not the same man, so don’t pretend like this has anything to do with our history. What do youwant, Gian?”
He steps toward me. I glance down at his body, lingering on his strong thighs. I lick my lips—the man really is a specimen—before pulling myself together.
“You really want to know what I want?” His voice is soft and dangerous, but his smile suggests he’s about to fuck with me.
“I want you to actually tell me instead of whatever you plan on doing.”
“I’ll tell you what I want, but only if you promise that you’ll sleep in my bed tonight.”
“I can’t tell if you’re kidding.” The thought of lying alone in a dark bed with this man causes both heart palpitations and a spike of frenzied desire down between my legs. It’s not a comfortable reaction.
“I’m very serious. I know you probably imagined our relationship as some marriage of convenience, right? Separate bedrooms, separate lives? But while I have you, I really want you. If you agree to my deal, I’ll give you what you want and tell you the truth.”
I clench my jaw. He’s smirking still like he knows I’m going to turn him down. And that’s what I want to do: there’s no way getting into bed with this man is a good idea. The rational part of me says I should back down and run away. Let him say whatever he’s going to say, but don’t get under the covers with a snake. They always bite.
“Fine,” I snap. “Now tell me.”
He walks closer. I can’t get further away since my back is to the wall at this point. My heart’s going haywire, beating right up into my throat, and that pleasant-but-also-maddening pulse between my legs keeps juddering a constant need. The guy’s sex incarnate, and even though all my old feelings for him are still jangling around in the back of my head, I can’t stop thinking about the plane, his mouth between my legs, that orgasm. My god, that orgasm. The best of my life, at least since the last time he got me off ten years earlier.
His lips part and he licks his tongue along his teeth. “I wasn’t lying when I said I want you.” His voice is soft and resonant. “But what I want the most is a legacy. I want a future. I want you to have my baby.”
I go stiff. The world slows and stops. He’s looking at me with that maddening smile like he knows what he’s saying is obscene and stupid, and there’s a voice gibbering at me in the back of my head, telling me to turn and run away. Except there’s another voice telling me to spread my legs and let him fuck me into heaven.
“You want to get me pregnant?” I blurt out, not really believing it. My cheeks burn crimson, and the fact that I’m letting him get to me only makes my embarrassment that much worse.
“I want a child, and since you’re my wife, I think you’re the perfect candidate. You’re a good Italian girl from a respectable family. You’re smart and attractive. Our children would be strong and intelligent. Why wouldn’t I want to reproduce with you?”
“That’s the most batshit insane thing I’ve ever heard.” I brush past him, unable to take this anymore. I storm to the hallway and he doesn’t stop me, but I pause and whirl back around to face him again. “What is wrong with you, Gian? Seriously? You want me to believe that you want to get me pregnant because you somehow caught baby fever or something?”
He shrugs and studies his nails. “That’s what I said.”
“I am not your freaking sperm bank and I have absolutely no desire to mix my genes with yours. So get that straight through your head.”
