His Pregnancy Bargain by Kim Lawrence Read Free Book Online

moved upwards to the full soft pink contours of her lips. Yes, they had all been factors—they and the fact he thought that the sexy and stuck-up Dr Semple needed to be taught a lesson. You really shouldn’t judge by appearances.
    â€˜Of course what you actually say isn’t always riveting,’ he conceded in an attitude of regret as he ducked to enter the bedroom. He looked around with interest.
    â€˜Not bad!’ He walked over to the canopied half tester and patted the mattress. ‘Firm, but I like that.’
    Megan responded to the fact he was looking at her body and not the bed when he said this with an irritated air. Actually she would have welcomed some irritation at that moment, if he said the things his seductive eyes managed to convey he could probably be arrested.
    He fell back onto the bed and, crossing one leg over theother, tucked his hands behind his head so that he could look at her. ‘Where’s your room?’
    â€˜Next door,’ she admitted reluctantly.
    â€˜Handy.’
    Her eyes narrowed. ‘The moment you begin to believe that, you’re out of here.’
    To her intense annoyance he seemed to find her threat wildly amusing. Maybe, she thought darkly, it was the idea of any woman saying no to him that struck him as funny…?
    â€˜My mother is a firm believer in propinquity. I am not,’ she told him drily. ‘Perhaps we should lay down a few ground rules.’
    â€˜I should tell you I’m not big on rules,’ he confided, stifling a yawn.
    â€˜Now there’s a surprise.’
    â€˜In fact,’ he admitted. ‘I see a rule and I feel this almost overwhelming desire to bend it a little,’ he returned, stretching with languid grace.
    Megan felt her stomach muscles clench and looked at him in frustration. Without trying he could drive her crazy. What was going to happen if he took it into his head to try? It didn’t bear thinking about.
    Her expression fixed she braced her hand on the back of a chair covered in faded tapestry. One day she might be able to work out why she had ever thought this was a good idea. Right now that day seemed awfully far off.
    â€˜Why am I getting the idea you’re not taking this seriously…?’
    â€˜I get the idea you take everything much too seriously,’ he retorted, looking at her curiously. ‘What do you do when you’re not looking down a microscope?’
    â€˜I avoid men like you.’ Actually she had never met a man like him. Were there any other men like him…?
    â€˜Have you seen the ghost?’
    Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. ‘How do you know we have a ghost?’ she wanted to know.
    â€˜Don’t all old places like this have a ghost…or several…?’
    â€˜I suppose they do,’ she admitted. ‘But I’ve never seen one.’ And frankly a ghost would scare her less than this incredibly sexy man did. ‘Now, seriously, we should lay down some ground rules.’
    His head went back, revealing his strong brown throat as he laughed. Oh, God, she thought, he really is just too attractive, in a dangerous what-the-hell-is-he-going-to-do-next sort of way.
    â€˜Right, forget the rules, just keep it simple. If in doubt say nothing; better still, let me do all the talking.’
    â€˜Won’t that make me appear as if I don’t have an opinion of my own?’
    â€˜That’s the way I like my men.’
    â€˜Under your thumb.’ He extended his aforementioned digit towards her.
    He had nice hands, she noticed, but then he had nice everything. ‘I like the strong, silent type…’ she crisply corrected. ‘If in doubt just look enigmatic,’ she advised. Her frown deepened as she scanned his face. ‘Do you think you could do that?’
    â€˜I could.’
    â€˜But are you going to do?’ Or was he going to make a total fool out of her?
    â€˜Is this suitably