Patrick

“You tell me you are in love with a woman young enough to be your daughter and expect me to fall into your arms?” she cried bitterly.

“I am going to do everything in my power to gain back your trust. Please give me a chance,” he pleaded.

“Let go of me,” she told him coldly.

“No!” He pulled her into his arms, and lifting her chin, he bent his head to take her lips. She fought him, but he held on, and his tongue went into her mouth and touched hers. She had not made love to him since she had discovered the news about Sophia and her body yearned for the attention. She murmured and gave in to him, her hands curling into his jacket.

He deepened the kiss, and she felt the fire of desire uncurling inside her. He felt it too, and with a groan, he lifted her and took her back to their suite where he placed her on the bed.

He summoned her, and after arguing with him for a few minutes, she reluctantly went to his office. She nodded to his secretary and pushed his door open ready to argue some more. “I hope you are dying and that is why I have to leave the comfort of my office to walk all the way over here to see you, Patrick,” she said as soon as she came inside and closed the door. She had been so busy that she had not seen that he was sitting on the edge of the desk.

“Come here,” he told her softly.

“You call me in here to neck when I was busy doing something?” she asked him incredulously, ignoring the jumping of her heart.

“Can’t you do something I ask without an argument?” he asked her exasperatedly, easing up and coming towards her. He placed his hands over her belly and rested his forehead on hers. “I am flying to Italy in the morning, and I want us to have dinner tonight.”

“Oh.” She felt the fight go out of her. “For how long?”

“A few days, no longer. I am not going to miss the birth of my son.” He lifted her chin and looked down at her. “Will you miss me?” he asked softly.

“Miss you nagging me and telling me what to do?” She strove to make her remark offhanded, but it failed.

“Liar,” he whispered with a slight laugh. “I am going to miss you. I have gotten used to sleeping with you in my arms, but I have been putting off this damned merger for weeks now and it has caught up to me.”

She stared up at him, shocked to hear him tell her he was going to miss her. “Where are we going to have dinner?” she asked him huskily.

“Leon’s,” he said, referring to the restaurant uptown where it took months for one to get a reservation. “We are leaving straight from here, so I instructed one of the drivers to pick something up for you to wear.”

“Are you ever going to consult me about anything?” she asked in exasperation.

“No,” he told her. “Now stop talking because I want to kiss my wife.”

She sank into his arms as his mouth met hers, and he held her trembling body to his tenderly.

*****

She missed him so much that it felt like a tangible feeling inside her. He had left early this morning after a very pleasurable night at the exclusive restaurant. He had been charming and boyish and had insisted on ordering for her. They had come home late and he had made love to her until the early hours of the morning where she had fallen into an exhausted sleep with his arms wrapped possessively around her belly. He woke her up early to kiss her goodbye and tell her that the driver was waiting to take him to the airstrip. He had told her firmly to let the driver take her to the office and back and maybe she should work from home for the time he was not going to be around. “I will go in today and tomorrow,” she told him finally acknowledging that she needed to stay home and rest. He would be gone from Wednesday and would be back for the weekend. “Good,” he had responded and kissed her hard on the lips before leaving. He stood there looking at her in the bed in her white silk nightgown and had found it extremely hard to walk out the room.