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Heat flooded his body.
Suddenly the shock galvanised him into action. He let go of Leonora and made a move towards the woman, as if he knew what was about to happen and thought he could stop it. But, no. Before he could reach her, her voice rang out again—loud and clear. The fact that she spoke in Spanish was a detail he didn’t even absorb fully.
‘You need to know something. I’m pregnant. With your child.’
For a long moment nothing seemed to happen. There was a shocked stillness in the air and everyone was frozen. Even the security men holding her arms seemed to go slack.
She was looking directly at Lazaro, and suddenly it was as if everyone else had disappeared and it was just them in the room.
She said in a quieter voice, in English, ‘It’s true. I’m pregnant...and it’s yours.’
Skye O’Hara. That was her name. She’d been a waitress in the restaurant where he’d had dinner after a business meeting in Dublin. He’d noticed her as soon as he’d gone in—something about her, the way she moved and interacted with people, had caught his attention. Which was unusual, because nothing much distracted Lazaro these days. But there had been something very refreshing about her. Open. Unaffected. Natural.
She’d been dressed much as she was now. Her clothes utterly banal. Not designed in any way to entice a man. And yet she had. With her petite figure and soft curves.
She’d served him. Pulling a pen out of the bun on the top of her head, flipping over her orders pad to a new page before looking at him. And that had been the moment. Zing. Lazaro had felt it like a thunderbolt. Instant heat and sexual awareness.
And so had she, judging by the flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes had widened.
Lazaro’s razor-sharp brain kicked into gear. There were members of the press in this room. His doing. To ensure maximum coverage of his moment of triumph. If he instructed his men to kick this woman out on the street the press would hunt her down, and he could already see the headlines and the lurid sob-story.
He had no doubt she was just capitalising on the fact that she’d realised who he was. She was on the make. He needed to contain this situation, defuse it and salvage what he could of this evening.
He put down his glass and stepped down from the dais and went over to her, taking her arm in his hand. It felt very slender. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing here?’
She went white. He ignored the prick of his conscience. He’d forgotten how petite she was.
She stuttered. ‘I came...to...to tell you... I couldn’t reach you any other way...we didn’t...you didn’t...we didn’t exchange numbers...’
He’d given her his card when he’d asked her to join him for a drink. But she’d left it in the wastebasket in the hotel room the following morning.
Her show of independence the morning after—her determination to go even after he’d offered to order up breakfast—had obviously been an act.
He could still see her, backing away in her skinny jeans and a loose jumper falling off one shoulder. Her hair down and wild. She’d looked like an art student. She’d looked thoroughly bedded. And he’d wanted her again.
He’d just come out of the shower with a towel around his waist to find her leaving. ‘Where are you going?’ he’d asked.
She’d looked up as she’d slipped on her shoes. He could still recall how her eyes had devoured him, lingering on his chest. Making him hard again.
‘I should leave... It’s okay. I know how these things go. I know this was just a one-off. You’re not from here.’ She’d waved a hand at the very rumpled bed and a flush had tinged her cheeks. ‘And I really wasn’t expecting this...’
She’d been a virgin.
Lazaro had felt a moment of panic at the thought of her slipping out through the door and never seeing her again. Impulsively he’d said, ‘Stay. I’ll order breakfast. There’s no need to rush.’
She’d looked torn for a moment. And then
she’d shaken her head. ‘No, I have things to do. I have to leave.’
She’d turned around and walked to the door and then stopped and looked back over her shoulder. Her hair had been like a bright flame down her back.
‘Just...thank you. I wasn’t expecting what happened to happen. I wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you. But it was lovely.’
And then she’d slipped out through the door and Lazaro had stood there, stunned and very aroused, for long minutes. ‘It was lovely.’ Not something any woman had ever said to him before after a night of passion so intense he was surprised they hadn’t burnt the suite to ashes.
That memory mocked him now. It had all been an act. Clearly. And this had been her endgame. He’d been an idiot.
He took his hand off her arm and spoke to his men. ‘Take her to the office and keep her there until I give further instructions.’
