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Mallory O'Brien wanted a child more than anything.And smart, devastatingly sexy Whit Manning was just the man for the job. Seducing him would be a pleasure…for both of them. But Whit wasn't a forever kind of man.Giving in to the heat she'd always felt between them came at a price Mallory wasn't sure she wanted to pay. Because once their steamy affair ended, and she was pregnant with his child, how could Mallory never touch Whit again

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The Pregnancy Negotiation

Kristi Gold

To Houstonians Sandy and Paul W who set the perfect example of what a good - фото 1

To Houstonians Sandy and Paul W. who set the perfect

example of what a good marriage is all about.

Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Coming Next Month

Acknowledgments:

To the members of West Houston RWA

for their invaluable information on residing

in the fourth largest city in the United States.

One

“Let’s have a baby, Whit.”

Most men would be shocked out of their shoes over the abrupt request, but Whitfield Manning IV wasn’t most men. Because of his status and wealth, he’d become accustomed to propositions from various and sundry females, although this particular proposition was a first. Most women were interested in the benefits of consummation, without any possible consequences.

But Mallory O’Brien, attorney at law, his best friend’s sister and his own roommate of four months, wasn’t like most women. She didn’t fawn all over him, didn’t care about his bank account. She did enjoy handing him grief on a daily basis. Obviously this was just another one of her ploys to get his attention.

Whit continued to peruse the sports page and muttered, “A bagel sounds great, O’Brien. Add some of that cream cheese, will ya?”

“I didn’t say bagel. I said baby. B-a-b-y.”

Fortunately, Whit was a multitasker. He could read the current baseball stats and still humor her. “Sure thing, but my schedule’s pretty tight at the moment.” He studied the ceiling and pretended to think. “I can probably do you at lunch on Tuesday, on top of the conference table, right after I get approval of the Barclay headquarters’ design. I’ll have my secretary mark it down on the calendar.”

In spite of the randy images rolling around in his mind, Whit went back to the newspaper. But before he even finished the western division standings, Mallory snatched the section from his grasp, wadded it up and cannon-balled it across the room. “Whit Manning, just stop and listen to me for a minute.”

He glanced up to see her standing over him, all five feet, ten inches of curvaceous female folly with shoulder-length, dark auburn hair and translucent green eyes that she aimed on him in a hard stare. The loose-fitting, red and white heart-spattered pajamas rode low on her hips, giving Whit a gander at her navel, where the skimpy matching top didn’t quite meet the bottoms.

He should’ve known better than to give her the set for her birthday last month. He really should’ve known better than to walk in on her last week without knocking. But how was he supposed to know she liked to slather her body with lotion while sitting on the end of her bed, naked?

Big mistake, especially for a man who hadn’t been involved with any woman in months. Oddly, he hadn’t felt the need to find a woman since Mallory had moved in. He chalked that up to establishing a comfortable rapport with his roommate, not his desire for celibacy. Or any real desire to take their relationship to another level. At least he didn’t think so, or really didn’t think about that at all. At least not more than twice a day.

He needed to end his current dating slump fast, before he did something really stupid, such as try to seduce her. And, in turn, ruin their friendship. Another potential mistake.

And that “potential mistake” continued to glare at him as if he were primordial slime, which would be justified considering his primitive thoughts.

Whit gave her a champion scowl, not difficult because right now he was pretty ticked at himself for staring at the big heart decal centered between her breasts, his gaze wandering right, then left. Next year, he would buy her that damn smoothie machine she’d always wanted. A much safer gift as far as his sanity was concerned.

He straightened and sent her his well-practiced grin, the one that had saved him from many a woman’s wrath on more than one occasion. “Okay, O’Brien, you have my undivided attention. Did I forget to wash my beer glass? I know I didn’t leave the seat up because I haven’t been in your bathroom.” Not that he hadn’t considered joining her in the shower a time or two.

She dropped down on the sofa beside him, hugged her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Today. And I’m dead serious. I want to have a baby. With you.”

The shock finally arrived and slammed into Whit full force. If he’d been wearing any shoes, they’d be across the room next to the Sunday Times about now. “Are you insane?”

After lowering her feet to the floor, Mallory shifted until she faced him, one arm resting over the back of the sofa, one hand fisted on her lap. “No. I’m determined.”

Her somber expression prompted Whit’s concern. Damn, this was getting even more confusing. “Why the hell would you even consider having a baby with me?”

“Because I trust you, Whit. Because you’re my friend. And I know you’re safe.”

He wasn’t feeling particularly safe at the moment, or savvy. “Maybe I’m a little slow on the uptake, Mallory, but you still haven’t fully explained this crazy notion of yours.”

She squirmed and grabbed a pillow to her chest, covering her breasts and alleviating at least one reason for Whit’s sudden urge to squirm, too. “I’m thirty now. It’s time. My biological clock is getting noisy.”

“So hit the sleep button. I’m thirty-three, and the thought of having a kid hasn’t crossed my mind.”

She twisted the corner of the pillow until Whit thought she might rip it open. “Men are different. You can conceive a child in your eighties. Women don’t have that luxury. My eggs are getting older. Your sperm will stay young for years.”

Instead of the usual legal jargon, the words sperm and eggs coming out of Mallory’s pretty mouth sounded kind of strange. But thinking about the process of joining his and her reproductive parts sounded like an enticement Whit couldn’t refuse. But he had to refuse. This was nuts. He also had to get out of there before Old Man Libido carted off his common sense.

Without offering a response, he moved onto the nearby ottoman, grabbed up his running shoes, pulled them on and tied them so tightly he expected his toes to drop off due to lack of circulation before the first lap. Normally he would exchange his jeans and T-shirt for more appropriate running gear, but he didn’t have a minute to waste.

“Where are you going, Whit?”

He glanced at Mallory, who was still seated on the couch, choking the pillow even tighter. “I’m going for a run. And while I’m gone, do me a favor. Return to your mother ship and send the real Mallory back home.”

She rolled her eyes and plopped the pillow into her lap. “This is so typical.”

He stood and frowned again. “Typical? Nothing about this whole conversation is typical, at least not in this dimension.”

She tossed the pillow aside, came to her feet and shortened the distance between them with two strides. “Not the baby thing. The way you’re always running away. That’s typical.”

Typical Mallory. She was nothing if not a straight shooter, even if she wasn’t always right. “I’m about to run, but not away.” Okay, so this time she was right.

She propped both hands on her hips. “Yes, you are. Just like you’ve been running away from starting your own business because you can’t stand up to your father. Do you ever do anything you want to do without his permission? Maybe that’s the reason you won’t even consider this. You know he wouldn’t approve.”

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