Laura Iding - Pregnant with His Baby!

‘You’ll miss me?’ He watched as dull colour ran up under her fair skin as she reached for a quilt that had fallen to the ground and wrapped it around herself.

‘I really don’t know what I’m saying. This has been a pretty emotional day.’

Was she referring to losing the patient she had cared for or losing her virginity? He patted the bed. It was an invitation she accepted after a moment, though to his regret the quilt stayed in place as she sat primly on the edge of the bed.

‘Come with me,’ he heard himself say.

Her expression mirrored the incomprehension he was feeling. ‘Come …?’

‘Come with us when we go back to Italy.’

‘That’s very nice of you, but I don’t have any annual leave left this year.’

‘For the record, Dervla, I am not a nice man, and I’m not talking about taking a vacation. You’d like Italy.’

‘Live there, you mean?’

‘Why not?’

‘A hundred why nots,’ she retorted, trying to laugh but sounding strained as she reminded him, ‘My work is here, Gianfranco.’

‘There are hospitals in Italy.’

‘I don’t speak Italian, it takes time to learn a language and I need to earn a living … God, will you listen to me?’ she exclaimed, clapping a hand to her head and rolling her eyes. ‘I sound as though I’m actually considering it.’

‘You don’t need to worry about earning a living straight away—I’m not exactly a poor man.’

Beside him she stiffened. ‘You’re suggesting I should pack in my job, leave my friends and come with you to Italy as your mistress ?’

‘Not mistress precisely,’ he admitted.

But now that he thought about it he could see the very definite advantages to this plan. It wasn’t until she turned her head and he saw her expression that it dawned on him that Dervla was not warmed to the idea.

He continued to study her and thought about the women, he could think of several, who might manage to simulate a little enthusiasm at the prospect of the lap of luxury as his mistress.

‘Well, what else would you call a woman when a man pays her bills in return, of course, for certain favours ?’ she enquired with withering contempt. Her bosom heaved as she choked. ‘I’ve never been so insulted in my life!’

Her anger seemed totally inexplicable to Gianfranco. ‘You are insulted?’

He wondered whether to inform her that the post that apparently filled her with such disgust was one that any number of women had angled for over the years.

‘Damn right,’ she ground through clenched teeth. ‘Do I seem to you like the sort of woman who would make herself reliant on a man? A woman who would give up her independence? Waiting until I’m twenty-six to discover sex might in retrospect make me a fool, but not that much of a fool.’

‘So is that it? Now that you have discovered sex, you are anxious to experiment.’ An image of the faceless men who would continue the education he had begun flashed into his head. The throbbing in his temples became a pulsating thud.

After staring at him in stunned silence for a moment, she threw back her head and laughed. Her eyes were sparkling with anger as she said in a flat little voice, ‘And I have you to thank for my sexual liberation.’

‘Do not confuse promiscuity with liberation,’ he counselled severely, still seeing that line of predatory faceless males.

‘You’re accusing me of being promiscuous? That’s rich! That really is rich! The way I hear, you change women the same way a normal man changes his shirt. If you were a woman and not filthy rich people would call you some very nasty names. And they might be right!’

‘Dio mio!’ he breathed wrathfully. The women he took to his bed were experts at pleasing a man; they did not go out of their way to insult him.

It turned out she hadn’t finished with him yet.

‘You know, you’re the sort of man who can’t talk about his feelings and thinks it’s a sign of strength.’

‘Suddenly you know an awful lot about men—and me,’ he observed grimly.

She glared at him through shimmering green eyes and tossed her head contemptuously. ‘I know enough about you to know I never want to see you again.’ Snatching up her scattered clothes, she ran from the room.

He told himself that the turn of events, while frustrating, was for the best in the long run. Dervla Smith was too high maintenance. He threw aside the covers and vaulted to his feet, his toe caught in the lacy strap of her bra.

He returned it a week later when he proposed.

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