Expecting His Child. Tessa Radley

Her sharp tone snapped his attention back to the present. When he finally looked at her—really looked—her serious expression set off all kinds of alarms. “What’s going on?”

      “I need your help with something.”

      AJ chose her words carefully, instinctively moving to cross her arms before she realized what she was doing. She linked her fingers together in her lap instead.

      No, that wasn’t right, either. So she recrossed her legs and slid her elbows onto the chair arms, her fingers lightly gripping the ends. Much better.

      Her brief composure dissolved under the weight of Matthew’s loaded question. “My help?”

      “Yes. Well, it’s more like a favor. Well, not a favor, which sounds a little trivial, but more like—”

      “Take a breath.” His smooth, cultured voice flowed over her, bringing the nervousness down a notch. “You flew down to Sydney to ask me for a favor?”

      “Yes.”

      “What’s wrong with the phone?”

      “This isn’t a phone kind of favor.”

      His mouth suddenly tweaked. “I think I know what this is about.”

      She blinked. “You do?”

      “Yeah. But you used to come right out and say it, AJ. Hesitancy wasn’t one of your attributes.”

      What? She shook her head with a frown. “I’m not entirely—”

      “—convinced we should do it?” He leaned forward, planting his elbows on the desk and clasping his hands, an expectant gleam in his eyes. “Wouldn’t denial be worse?”

      AJ opened her mouth but nothing came out. This was so not going the way she’d planned. Instead of calmly presenting her situation, then laying out the solution in a businesslike manner, she’d let him stall her with one quirk of his sensual lips. Not to mention the heated stare, which melted her senses and sent her body into an anticipatory tingle.

      It was déjà vu, except now they were in his office instead of the Palazzo Versace’s private cabana. And just like before, that evil little voice echoed: you have him ready to go—you don’t actually have to tell him.

      Yet through the growing tangle of desire another more powerful emotion grabbed hold. Honesty. It’s what had stopped her the first time. It’s what would always stop her.

      “Matthew. I...uh....” She hesitated, casting her eyes over his desk. There was a small mountain of files, a laptop, phone, coffee cup, scattered pens and paper. No family photos, no personal mementoes. The wall behind him held his various diplomas, a crazy-looking yearly schedule, medical diagrams and charts; it was the office of someone who’d had a life plan since he was ten years old. He was Matthew Cooper, work-driven, goal-oriented. He had been—and always would be—a career guy. Ten years later that was still blindingly obvious.

      That realization bolstered her courage. “I want a baby.”

      His sharp inward breath was harsh in the sudden silence and she paused. If ever there was a moment-killer, this was it.

      “What?” he choked out.

      “I...” She pressed her lips together, working hard to contain the swelling emotion. A few seconds passed, then a few more before she finally got a handle on it. “I’m thirty-two and single. I’ve met guys but none who—” She swallowed and looked Matt straight in the eye. “I don’t want marriage or a husband—just a baby. I’ve done my homework, even went to a fertility clinic, but my time is running out and it’s so expensive and things fell through and—”

      “And you want me to recommend a doctor for you?”

      “No. I want you to be the donor.”

      He shot to his feet so fast it made her gasp. She stood, too, even as the ferocity of his expression had her inwardly cringing. “I did have someone lined up,” she forged on. “But he—”

      “Who?”

      “Just some guy. A donor—”

      “You thought I was more convenient than ‘just some guy’?”

      She winced. “That’s not what I mean. I’ve been thinking—”

      “Have you?” His lip curled, nostrils flaring. “Since when?”

      “Since you called me the morning after Emily’s wedding.”

      He said nothing, just put his hands on his hips and fixed her with such a furious glare that it felt like her face was on fire. “Look, Matt, I know your job is your life. You’ve invested everything in your career—it’s what you live and breathe every day. I totally get that. Don’t you see this is a perfect arrangement for us both? I’m not asking you to give anything up because I plan on raising this child by myself.”

      She paused deliberately, putting on a brave show of outward calm while her insides hammered away like a windup toy. At his narrow-eyed silence, she pressed her point. “This isn’t a plan to trap you into marriage or demand child support, and I’ll sign anything you want to convince you of that. This would just be a simple...exchange. It wouldn’t disrupt your life. Once I’m pregnant, we’d go our separate ways.”

      She was met with silence.

      He crossed his arms, his expression cold. “You have got to be kidding.”

      She bit her bottom lip. “Can we talk about this? I thought—”

      “No.” He shook his head curtly. “This isn’t a favor, AJ. It’s a goddamn lifelong decision!”

      “For me, yes. Not for you.”

      His eyes raked her with such ferocity that she nearly flinched. “I was right. You have changed.”

      Her bravado crumpled but she refused to let the hurt show. “What makes you so righteous? You don’t know what my life’s been like, Matt.”

      “No, I don’t. I never did, remember? We were just in it for a good time.”

      Another cheap shot. “Can you tell me what you have to lose? I’m not asking for a piece of your life. I don’t expect a relationship or marriage or anything except—”

      “Except sex?”

      “Yes.” She tipped her chin up. “We’ve done no-strings-attached sex before. Why not now?”

      He said nothing as he stood there, hands back on hips, his mouth an angry slash. AJ met his fierce look with one of her own.

      Finally, he glanced down at his watch. “I’m due in a meeting in twenty minutes. Sue at the front desk can arrange a cab for you.”

      “But—”

      He cut her off by striding to the door and swinging it wide-open. His expression had all the hallmarks of battered pride combined with tightly wound impatience.

      She’d insulted him and now he wanted her gone.

      With a dry swallow she cleared her throat, refusing to let the bitter disappointment take the form of tears.

      “If you change your mind...” She started then snapped her mouth shut when he fixed her with a chilly glare. She tried not to let that affect her as she straightened her shoulders and walked out the door. It was only when she strode down the corridor and retreated to the cool privacy of the bathroom that everything inside her collapsed.

      She leaned against the closed stall door, choking back her abject disappointment. It’s not the end. You still have the clinic. And Emily would help her, as much as she loathed asking for money. She’d just have to swallow her pride and her tightly held beliefs and ask.

      Yeah, she really was Charlene’s daughter, wasn’t she? Begging for money, expecting a handout. The only difference was she’d honor her debt, not do a runner