Million-Dollar Love-Child

‘It will make perfect sense when you’re naked and underneath me,’ he assured her in the confident tone of a man who knew a negotiation was all but over. ‘Your thinking time is up, meu amorzinho. Yes or no?’

She looked at him with loathing, wondering how he could be so cold and detached. Was he capable of feeling anything? All her instincts were warning her to say no and run a mile. But then she thought of her son—‘You leave me no choice.’

‘How typical of you to pretend that this isn’t what you want. Again I’m cast in the role of big bad wolf.’ His smile was faintly mocking and he lifted a hand and gently drew his thumb over her lower lip. ‘You can always refuse.’

She stared at him, hypnotised by the heat in his eyes.

How? How could she say no, knowing what that would mean for her child?

And yet how could she say yes, knowing what it would mean for her?