Pregnant by the Commanding Greek

by Natalie Anderson

  ‘Leave it, Ettie,’ he said softly. ‘The doctor’s on her way.’

  Her eyes flashed open. ‘A doctor? I don’t need a doctor. I just need another day in bed...’

  He was so very near and at her words something stirred in his eyes. Physical weakness sapped her willpower. His bed was very near. His bed, where he’d made her feel everything.

  Her mouth dried as her skin sizzled. Her yearning multiplied to the point of madness. And he knew her thoughts, didn’t he? Because he leaned closer, his hand sliding through her hair as he cupped her head and searched her eyes.

  ‘I’m probably infectious,’ she mumbled, a final, hopeless defence.

  She’d become a little challenge for him again, that was all.

  ‘Too late. I think I’ve already got it,’ he replied grimly. ‘Feverish. Sleepless. Loss of appetite...’

  Her heart pounded so hard it was a wonder it didn’t snap her ribs. ‘Leon—’

  A loud knock on the door dragged his attention from her and his too rare smile flashed even as he groaned. ‘Just in time...’

  Ettie pulled herself into a sitting position while Leon answered the door. She heard a concise conversation in Greek and didn’t understand a word.

  ‘Ettie, this is Dr Notaras,’ Leon said briskly, returning to the lounge followed by a tall, glamorous brunette. ‘I’ll just be in the study. Call me when you’re done.’ He said that last to the doctor.

  Ettie smiled wanly at the terrifyingly skilled woman and tried to tell her she was fine, but the doctor wasn’t all that interested in what Ettie had to say initially. She was too busy taking her temperature and looking in her ears and mouth.

  ‘You’ve not got any fever,’ the doctor noted with a cautious expression. ‘And there’s no sign of any ear or throat infection. Nothing in the chest. Your pulse is strong, blood pressure good.’ She then asked a few questions about her background—no diabetes or history of heart problems?

  Ettie shook her head. But what about the nausea? And her sensitivity to some smells?

  ‘Is there any chance you could be pregnant?’ the doctor asked blandly.

  ‘N...’ She broke off.

  There was only one, impossible chance. Although...

  She pressed her lips together to stop herself stuttering. There’d been more than one chance in that one magical night. Her brain kickstarted into frantic overdrive—desperately searching her memory for dates, signs, denial. Finally she seized on the only important fact she could bear to consider. They’d used protection. Every time, right?

  ‘I have a home test in my bag and I can take bloods right now...’ the doctor said with quiet efficiency after Ettie’s lengthy silence had spoken volumes.

  ‘I can investigate that possibility on my own,’ Ettie whispered with a shake of her head. She needed to get away from Leon and find out for herself.

  But the doctor searched in her bag for a second and then handed Ettie a slim foil package. She gave Ettie her contact card as well.

  ‘Get in touch if you’d like to see me again. It’s truly no problem.’ The doctor gave her a professional, but sincere smile.

  Ettie had the horrendous feeling it was a huge problem.

  ‘I can come to wherever you are,’ the doctor said encouragingly. ‘Any time. Leon said—’

  ‘This is just between us, right?’ Ettie interrupted swiftly. This woman wasn’t about to tell Leon pregnancy was even a possibility, was she?

  ‘Of course.’ The doctor nodded and stood.

  ‘Thank you.’

  Dr Notaras called something in Greek and Ettie quickly put the slim package into her pocket. She wasn’t discussing this with Leon; there was no need. Because it was impossible, wasn’t it?

  She heard more rapid Greek and the lift chime. A few moments later Leon walked back into the lounge alone. He didn’t look any less serious, or any more relieved.

  ‘I should get back downstairs.’ She couldn’t look him in the eye.

  ‘You’re staying here,’ he replied curtly.

  ‘Leon—’

  ‘If you go back down, I’ll cart you straight back up here again even if you scream at me to stop. I don’t care who stares.’

  Furious at his high-handedness, she determinedly stood in a swift movement. ‘I have a job to do and I’m perfectly capable of doing it.’

  ‘What’s this?’

  Ettie glanced down. The pregnancy test had fallen from her pocket and with his damn panther-like reflexes he’d picked it up before she’d even registered it had tumbled.

  ‘It was just something the doctor...’ She trailed off, clenching her fists tightly as he read the print on the packet.

  He looked from the test to her. His face had actually whitened beneath his olive-toned skin and his eyes narrowed. ‘Is this a possibility?’

  She couldn’t reply; she was too shocked to see him looking so appalled. Her pulse skittered. He didn’t want this. He really, really didn’t want this. Well, nor did she. She breathed in and out, but couldn’t think for the noise of her blood pounding in her ears.

  ‘Ettie?’ he snapped.

  She shook her head. ‘We used protection.’

  Leon’s breath hissed out between his gritted teeth. Her plea granted the smallest peace in his sea of panic. It revealed she’d only him to consider, only that one night. There was no other man in her life and she’d not slept with anyone else in a long time. But then he’d known that the night he’d been with her. She’d been shy and sweet and definitely not especially experienced. The expression of rapture and amazement on her face when she’d come in his arms haunted him. He wanted to make her respond like that again; he’d been aching to do that for weeks.

  But now?

  The fear in her eyes only grew. ‘I just can’t be pregnant. Not to—’

  ‘Me?’ He frowned. Yeah, even she instinctively knew he wasn’t father material. His blood chilled. ‘Sorry, Ettie. I know there aren’t any other possibilities for the baby’s paternity.’

  She swallowed but didn’t deny it.

  ‘Go and do the pregnancy test,’ he ordered. He needed to know. Now.

  Her hand shook as she took the package from him. He could all but see her brain processing, frantically remembering dates, the dawning realisation that it might be real. That maybe the reason she’d been feeling rotten wasn’t from any infection.

  Why hadn’t she told him just now? What would have happened had he still been away? If he hadn’t been here to see her faint? Would she have told him once she knew? Horror burned. This was everything he didn’t want. Flickering memories stirred—of the childhood he’d hated. Of loneliness and lack of power. Everything he didn’t want.

  He paced the room as he waited. He had to get on top of this situation. Now.

  She couldn’t look at him when she returned from the bathroom. She didn’t speak either. She just sat back down on the sofa and drew her feet up until she was in a small ball. An intense pressure built in his chest. But he leaned against the wall and waited, even though he already knew.

  ‘It can’t be right,’ she said in a whisper. ‘We used protection.’

  He stared at her fixedly. ‘Nothing is one hundred per cent fail-proof.’

  ‘Abstinence is,’ she muttered grimly.

  Her answer offered a wisp of amusement. ‘You know that wasn’t an option that night.’

  She lifted her lashes, her eyes revealing her distress. ‘We’re talking lifelong consequences, Leon.’

  So she was going to have the baby. One swirling chunk of unease settled within him.

  ‘What are you thinking?’ he asked as calmly as he was able. Which was frankly nothing on his usual impassive façade.

  She shied away from looking at him again.

  ‘Ettie?’ His almost customary cool rose a few degrees. This was so persona
l, so deeply troubling, he couldn’t keep his equanimity. Because it wasn’t quite up to him any more.

  ‘I need some space.’ She tried to stand up but her face turned grey.

  ‘Sit down.’ He was furious with her.

  ‘It’ll pass,’ she snapped.

  And just like that the atmosphere flared, leaping right into dangerous. Emotional.

  ‘Most probably. But until it does, you stay right where you are.’ He huffed out a tight breath. ‘You’re not going back to work today.’ He threw out a gesture to close down the immediate argument in her eyes. ‘Give this today at least, damn it.’

  They both breathed out harshly. And then she sank back down to sit on the sofa again.

  ‘It was a night for me,’ she muttered fiercely. ‘Just for me. Just one night. And now this.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ And he truly was. He knew she didn’t do one-night stands. He knew she wasn’t all that experienced. And the one time she’d let herself go? ‘You’ve got to tell me what you’re thinking.’

  Because she was thinking—overthinking—if the tight expression on her face was anything to go by. A myriad of emotions flickered in her eyes, but mostly misery.

  Finally she turned towards him, squaring her slim shoulders. ‘I’m going to have the baby.’

  Yes, he’d known that she would.

  But then she spoke some more. ‘You don’t have to...’

  A fierce fury enveloped him as she started to negate his input. ‘I don’t have to what?’

  Her lack of answer sent him on the attack. ‘You doubt I’d want to be involved?’

  ‘You can’t even bring yourself to take a dog for a walk,’ she flared up. ‘How are you going to meet a baby’s needs?’

  ‘I only said I couldn’t walk the dog because I wanted to see more of you,’ he ground out. ‘You know it was my excuse to get you up to my penthouse.’

  Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. But she remained speechless. He glared right back at her. She really hadn’t known that?

  He muttered something unprintable beneath his breath. ‘I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you, Ettie. And it was the same for you. Frankly, I still want you. Isn’t that a good place for us to begin this?’

  Her mouth hung open for another moment. Then she snapped it shut and vehemently shook her head. ‘There is no this. And that doesn’t last.’

  Didn’t it? Because it had already lasted longer for her than for any other woman in his life.

  He stilled, rapidly reassessing his strategy. He had a highly developed capacity to think through all possible problems, combinations, options in a situation...and he was equally swift to sift and find solutions. An unplanned pregnancy was the antithesis of his life’s ambition. He’d never wanted a child. Never wanted a long-term relationship. He’d never even considered it. But fate in the form of a failed condom was forcing both upon him.

  He could barely bring himself to think of an actual baby. It was too tiny, too vulnerable. He wouldn’t even know how to hold the thing. He ran a hand through his hair and dragged back his focus. He’d do what he was good at—management.

  While he could provide many important things—wealth, home, an elite education...those things weren’t what really mattered. But he’d ensure it had everything he hadn’t had. Safety. Security...

  He glanced back up and saw her sitting on that sofa—her arm already curved across her flat belly in an instinctive, unconsciously protective maternal gesture as she watched him with a very wary expression on her face.

  For only a second did he brood on those old, darkest of memories. The fear, the pain, the isolation. His mother had hated him and she’d shown it in almost every action of almost every day.

  But Ettie would be a good mother. Probably too good, given that she put everyone else ahead of herself. She did everything within her power for those she loved.

  But it was a shame that it had happened so soon for her and with him of all people. Guilt sucked the strength from his bones. He never should have seduced her. He’d been selfish and greedy and now changed her life irrevocably. Because that baby she was carrying was his.

  His inner animal wanted to beat his chest and roar. He’d not stopped wanting her in these past few weeks but he’d been determined to do the right thing. He’d kept his distance, respected her wishes...not messed more personally with his latest business acquisition. He’d tried to restore his own control and not break those rules all over again. But this changed everything.

  It was very simple now. The baby would have Ettie. And Ettie would have him.

  And there was only one tolerable course of action to ensure that: marriage.

  It would be an amicable, workable arrangement—basically an acquisition like any other. They just needed to hammer out the terms, come to an agreement and settle it.

  But, given the way she was freaking out in front of him, she was going to resist. He was going to have to go gently with her. One thing he’d learned in his business dealings was that in a takeover the acquisition generally loathed being ordered to do something.

  ‘I want to go home.’ She glanced at him and defiance shone in her eyes. ‘I need some space.’

  Leon bit his tongue. Hard. She wasn’t staying in that hellhole of an apartment a moment longer.

  ‘This is a shock,’ he said after a moment. ‘But we’re going to figure a way through it. I am trying really hard here not to...’

  ‘Take total control?’ she guessed coldly. ‘Keep trying.’

  He glared at her and made himself draw in another steadying breath. ‘I’d like you to live with me,’ he said. ‘I’d like not to have to worry about you when you’re not here.’

  ‘You’d worry that I wasn’t doing a good enough job alone?’ She got defensive.

  He bit back a growl and tried to take even more care over his words. ‘You’re very good at taking care of other people. Yourself, not so much.’

  ‘I’ve looked after Ophelia all my life. And myself. I can take care of it,’ she said defiantly. ‘It’s my baby.’

  Her statement of claim sent sparks through his blood. There was the fierce tigress—all passion and protectiveness—but he was every bit as protective.

  ‘Mine too,’ he shot back. Screw gentle. ‘And we will take care of it.’

  The look she sent him was pure mistrust and it was so damn unwarranted, it riled him more. ‘We’re equally responsible, so we’ll handle this together.’

  She looked away.

  He got it. He did. Or he tried to. She was used to taking care of everything by herself. He didn’t know much about her mother, but he got that Ettie, the child, had been the responsible one. She’d been the primary carer for her whole little family. But she needed to understand that he wasn’t going anywhere.

  ‘I will not abandon you,’ he ground edgily through gritted teeth. ‘And you’re not staying in that damp apartment. That’s not happening.’

  ‘It’s my home.’

  Not any more. ‘You’ll move in with me. Immediately.’

  ‘You’re not even asking now,’ she said in an accusatory tone. ‘You’re dictating.’

  ‘Yeah.’

  She stared at him, clearly shocked by his unashamed affirmation of the fact.

  ‘I’m not tiptoeing around, Ettie. Be where you need to be.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m not going anywhere and nor are you.’

  Her fragility frightened him, her resistance frustrated him. His own wants made him grouchiest of all. He wanted her in his bed but he couldn’t have that now. He’d have this sorted instead. It was an easy enough fix if they could both keep their cool. He’d tried to reassure her and take it slow, but he was used to giving orders and having them instantly obeyed. ‘You’re not going to wake up in the morning and find me gone.’

  Her skin flooded with colour. Because yeah, that was ex
actly what she’d done to him. He strode over and hunched down in front of her, striking while he had the advantage. ‘We’ll get engaged.’

  ‘We’ll what?’ She actually shrank back from him.

  ‘I don’t want everyone thinking you’re just my live-in lover or latest affair; I want you to have more status than that.’ He drew in another deep breath but it did little to take the edge off the irritation that was festering with her refusal.

  ‘Oh,’ she said poisonously. ‘Because as your fiancée I’d have so much status.’ Her words simply dripped with sarcasm.

  ‘Ettie,’ he couldn’t help a half-laugh, ‘don’t be a witch.’ He leaned closer. ‘I want this child to be legitimate. It should have its rightful inheritance. This is my reputation as well as yours.’

  She wrinkled her nose. ‘You care about your reputation?’

  ‘I keep my personal life discreet.’ His personal life generally consisted of pleasurable screws with swift conclusions. ‘I’m seen as reliable for my investors. That matters to my business.’

  And he was certain it mattered to her. She was afraid he’d abandon her—well, this was one way of showing he wasn’t about to. ‘We’ll get a ring and announce our engagement—’

  ‘I’m not getting engaged again,’ she blurted, before blushing beetroot.

  ‘Again?’ Leon stilled as her words sank in and a balloon of outrage burst in his gut. ‘You’ve been engaged before?’

  CHAPTER SIX

  ETTIE SEEMED TO have frozen in place on the sofa. ‘We don’t know each other at all, Leon. This just can’t work.’

  ‘Tell me what happened,’ Leon said grimly.

  ‘It doesn’t matter what happened,’ she snapped.

  ‘Obviously it does, because it’s rendering you irrational now.’

  ‘Me irrational? You’re the crazy one—insisting on marriage when it’s completely unnecessary.’

  Actually, it was imperative. The more he thought about it, the more crucial the concept had become.