The Blackmail Pregnancy. Melanie Milburne

but I’m sure we’ll get out of it.’

      ‘Your confidence does you credit,’ he said. ‘But from what I’ve gathered so far, things are very much on the downhill run.’

      ‘That’s not true!’ Her denial was overdone but she couldn’t stop herself in time. She just couldn’t allow him to gloat over her failure. Her pride wouldn’t cope. She wouldn’t cope.

      ‘Did Trevor tell you the bank is threatening to foreclose on your business loan?’ he asked.

      Panic rose in her throat and she swallowed it down with difficulty.

      ‘I…’

      ‘And that unless your cashflow increases dramatically everything you’ve put into the business will be lost, as well as any assets you might have accumulated over the past seven years?’ He paused for effect. ‘I trust you do have some sort of asset base?’

      ‘Of course I do!’ She glared at him angrily. ‘Not that it’s any of your business.’

      ‘I’m making it my business.’

      His statement held a trace of implacability about it that totally unnerved her. She released her clenched fists with an effort. She held on to the back of his office chair for support but it offered little; her fingers were trembling and the chair shifted under their feeble grasp.

      ‘Wh…what do you mean?’

      He waited until her eyes had returned to his to answer.

      ‘I’m digging you out of bankruptcy. I’ll settle the overdraft and pay off any outstanding debts you might have.’

      ‘Why would you do that?’ she asked, her mouth suddenly bone dry. ‘What possible reason could you have for doing that?’

      ‘I have a very good reason,’ he said evenly.

      A flutter of apprehension settled deep in her stomach. Here comes the fine print, she thought to herself: his conditions.

      ‘And that is?’ She managed to get the three words past the stiff line of her mouth.

      His dark eyes held hers for a lengthy period before he finally spoke.

      ‘I want you to have my baby.’

      CHAPTER TWO

      ‘YOU’RE out of your mind!’ Cara threw the words at him in disbelief. ‘You surely can’t be serious?’

      ‘Deadly serious.’

      ‘But…’ She ran her tongue over her parched lips agitatedly. ‘But why? Why me?’

      ‘As I said earlier, you’re the one I want.’

      She gaped at him with a combination of incredulity and dread.

      ‘But why now?’ she asked in desperation. ‘Why now, after all this time?’

      He got to his feet and she fought against the instinct to shrink behind his desk. He didn’t approach her, but his eyes were like diamond chips as he stood watching every nuance of her expression.

      ‘I’m the only one left in my family without children. I’m thirty-six years old and I want to look my own son or daughter in the eyes, not just those of my nieces and nephews.’

      ‘But there are any number of women out there who would jump at the chance,’ she croaked. ‘With your sort of money you could even pay someone to do it, for God’s sake!’

      ‘I am paying someone to do it,’ he said.

      ‘Not me, you’re not.’ She shook her head. ‘No way.’

      She brushed past him to pick up her bag, but his hand snaked out and caught her, bringing her up short. She was suddenly much too close to him—too close to breathe, too close to think, too close to escape.

      ‘Think about it, Cara.’ His voice was gravelly. ‘You can have it all. You can still have your career—my money will re-establish it.’

      She tested his hold but it was firm. She met his eyes but they were implacable, determined. She felt cornered, like a small animal in a carefully constructed snare, all the tiny wires pulling against her resisting flesh.

      ‘Don’t do this to me, Byron,’ she choked. ‘Surely you don’t hate me this much?’

      He took his time answering and Cara felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he stood so close to her. Her traitorous body was already leaning towards him, looking for him, as if searching for her missing link.

      ‘I don’t hate you any more,’ he said in a flat tone. ‘I don’t feel anything where you’re concerned. I know what I want and I want you to be the one to give it to me.’

      ‘But why?’ she asked again. ‘Is this some sort of sick seven-year plan for revenge?’

      He shook his head, his hand still hard on her wrist.

      ‘Not at all. As I told you, I’ve come to a certain point in my life where I want to achieve certain things. I don’t want to be too old to enjoy my children. Nor do I want to wake up on the morning I turn forty and think—Oh, my God, I forgot to have kids! Don’t you think about that sometimes, Cara?’

      ‘Never,’ she lied. ‘I never think about it.’

      ‘Well, I do,’ he said. ‘I think about it constantly. My three siblings are all younger than me and they all have children. Felicity is having her second in five weeks or so.’

      Cara thought of Byron’s younger sister in the last stages of pregnancy and swallowed deeply.

      ‘Please don’t ask this of me,’ she pleaded with him. ‘I’m not the right person. I don’t have what it takes.’

      ‘You do, but you just won’t admit it. Deep down inside, where the real Cara is buried, you want the same thing I want. God knows I tried to get you to see it seven years ago, but failed. I’m not letting this opportunity pass without another attempt.’

      ‘This is so cold-blooded!’ she railed. ‘How can you even think of bringing such a scheme about? It’s inhuman. It’s despicable, it’s—’

      ‘Nevertheless, it’s what I want.’

      ‘And what you want you automatically get?’

      ‘Sometimes. Not always. But this time I’m counting on it.’

      ‘Well, Byron, you’ve counted all wrong, because I’m not playing the game. Go find yourself another incubator—this one’s not for sale.’

      She wrenched herself out of his grasp and threw herself towards the door. She got to the lift and stabbed at the button, almost falling over in shock when immediately the doors pinged open. The lift whooshed down to the ground floor before the colour had returned to her face. She stepped out onto the busy city street and lost herself amongst the milling crowds, all the while trying to make some sense of the last hour.

      Byron was a stranger to her now. Gone was the easygoing young man who’d swept her off her feet with one quick smile. In his place was a man determined to bring about his own agenda, no matter what it cost. She could only see it as a plan for revenge—but why had he waited so long to activate it? Had he been biding his time, waiting until she was truly vulnerable to swoop down and capture her?

      ‘Trevor.’ Her voice was ragged as she clutched the mobile to her ear. ‘Tell me what the hell’s going on.’

      ‘Sweetie.’ Her partner’s tone was placating. ‘You sound distracted. Didn’t the meeting with Lord Byron go so well?’

      ‘Lord is right,’ she answered wryly. ‘If anyone has a god complex it’s Byron Rockcliffe.’

      ‘I take it he’s calling the shots?’

      ‘More than you realise.’ She stalled for