Her Brooding Italian Boss by Susan Meier Read Free Book Online

reason you’re fighting having someone work for you.”
    He sighed.
    “Fine. Don’t tell me. Because I don’t care. What I do care about is earning my keep. And just from the glance I got at your mail, it was clear that I could at least answer your fan letters. I minored in accounting, so I could also keep track of your money. Anything else in your office, in your life, in your world, I wouldn’t care about.”
    He sighed again. “You are a pregnant woman who needs a rest. Just take the time here with me to have some fun.”
    She raised her chin. “No. If you won’t let me work, I won’t take your charity. Not even your offer of Constanzo’s penthouse. I’m going home.”
    “You don’t have a home to go back to.”
    “I’ll think of something.”
    “If I tell Constanzo you’re pregnant and refusing a few weeks of rest, he won’t let you use his plane.”
    “Then I’ll fly commercial.”
    He raised his hands in defeat and slapped them down again. “You can’t afford that.”
    “I know. But I’ll be fine.”
    “No. You won’t!”
    “Then let me stay here for two weeks as your assistant. If you don’t like what I do or still feel you don’t need someone at the end of two weeks, I’ll take another two weeks to rest and then go home.”
    He stalled, as if unaccustomed to someone compromising. His brow furrowed. His expression and demeanor were so different than five minutes ago that confusion billowed through her. When they’d first begun arguing, before he’d known she was pregnant, his eyes had been sharp. Glowing. She could have sworn he wanted to kiss her.
    Her eyes narrowed again. He might have been seductive Antonio, but he hadn’t made a move to kiss her. It was as if he had been daring
her
to step closer—
    Had he been daring her to step closer?
    He might have been. But to what end? She’d been close enough to kiss, yet he hadn’t kissed her.
    She swallowed just as he said, “Really? If I let you work for me for two weeks then you’ll spend another two weeks resting and not arguing about going home?”
    “Yes, I’ll get out of your hair if you let me work for two weeks and rest for two more. But that’s if you still want me to go home.” Her voice shook a bit as she considered that he might have actually been attracted to her. If she hadn’t told him about being pregnant...he might have kissed her. Just the thought almost made her swoon.
    Telling herself it was foolishness to deal in
what if
s, she said, “But who knows? You might—” she swallowed again “—like me.”
    Her heart thrummed as their gazes met. He didn’t seem to get the double meaning.
    He broke their connection and stepped back. “Constanzo can help you find a job in New York.”
    She smiled sadly. Before he’d discovered she was pregnant he might have found her attractive, but he didn’t now. Though something in her heart pinched, it was okay. It had to be okay. She had bigger worries than disappointment over being wanted one minute and discarded the next. After all, why would a man who’d been married to a supermodel want a pregnant commoner?
    She took a step back too. “I’d have to make a ton of money to be able to live in New York on my own, especially with the added expense of a baby. If I couldn’t make it as a single woman, it’s pretty far-fetched to think I could make it as a single mom. At the wedding, I thought about finding new roommates, but I now realize it might be impossible to find two women who want to share the small amount of space we could afford with an infant. I think, in the end, I’m going to have to go back to Kentucky. Live with my parents until the baby is born and then hope I can find a job.”
    * * *
    The sadness in her voice sat on Antonio’s shoulders like a cold, wet coat. Two minutes ago, she’d been so fiery he’d wanted to kiss her. But suddenly she’d become meek, docile.
    Not that he wasn’t glad. Now that he knew she was pregnant, everything inside him had