Maid for Hire & Educating Australia by Capri Montgomery Read Free Book Online Page B

"Besides, there's no need to apologize. I got you pregnant deliberately."
    "What?"
"I wanted you to marry me and I thought it might help you say yes."
    She laughed. He thought she would be furious, but she wasn't.
    "First comes baby, huh?"
    "I was hoping we could get married in a few weeks. Baby takes about nine months."
    "Yes," she threw her arms around him. "I will marry you." She pulled back and hit his arm. "You are sneaky. I would have said yes without your getting me pregnant...if I am. I think I might be."
    "I know you are," he pulled her close. "But I'll buy a test tomorrow anyway."
    She leaned in and kissed him. "I love you."
    "I love you too," he wrapped his arms around her. "Come on," he pulled her up.
    "Where are going?"
    "My room," he said and they did just that.
    Within the month he had a wife, a beautifully pregnant wife, and his family felt complete again. He no longer worried about losing her because she was his and she was home in America to stay.

 

 
    Hello Reader. Educating Australia was never officially released as part of the Men of Action series , but Australia is the first female character from the series that I actually wrote.
    If you have been following the Men of Action series then you know that Australia is Zenya and Geneva’s cousin. She’s also a drummer. In her story she’s a handful; one Kyle Donovan must learn how to work with. Kyle may be a master martial artist, but when it comes to Australia’s quick thinking he’s met his match. When an obsessed admirer stakes a claim on Australia can Kyle tame this beauty long enough to keep her safe?

 
    Chapter One
     

    K yle watched Australia attentively. She was by far the most exasperating woman he had ever met. Most times she was quiet, but when she did open her mouth she rarely knew how to shut up. She analyzed every sentence, explained things in more detail than anybody needed and her logic, by God trying to follow her logic was like trying to follow a jack rabbit on speed. She didn't want a black belt; he could understand not wanting to have to register her hands as a lethal weapon. She was far from a black belt anyway so it wasn't an issue. But she also didn't want a green belt because she didn't like the color, blue because it wasn't her most flattering color, or even the red belt. He wasn't sure why she didn't want a red belt because he had stopped listening somewhere between, "When I get there just keep me on yellow," and blue not being flattering.
    Talking with her took energy—a lot of energy. Somehow each conversation managed to turn him on. It wasn't her big brown, almost black, eyes, or even her exotic features. High cheekbones from her Native American history, Cherokee and Choctaw, he'd heard her say, or even the smooth brown skin from her black ancestry. It wasn't how her hair framed her face and fell softly on her breasts...her breasts were beautifully shaped. Small, thirty-four B if he guessed right. He had a nice view every time she walked into the Dojo wearing her fitted button down shirts. It wasn't even her behind, though Lord knows she had the sexiest butt on the planet. She had altered her uniform to fit more snugly and though her rebellion annoyed him, seeing her tight behind aroused him. The physical was the icing on an already delicious cake. She turned him on. Her tenacity, her ability to shut him down mid-sentence, to make him have to fight to hold back a laugh when he knew he should be serious, all of it made him want her.
    From the very first day she walked into his office she had rambled on about wanting to learn self defense without having to take off her clothes. He held his hand up trying to get a word in, but she simply held her hand up too and kept talking about needing to learn how to fight wearing her regular clothes.
    "I'm trying to get you to stop talking," he had said. She smiled and said, "Oh. I just thought you were trying to say hi."
    He needed a moment of escape to regain his sanity. He made the