Expecting the Playboy's Baby

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Copyright© 2013 Sam Crescent

 
ISBN:
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Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor:
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EXPECTING THE PLAYBOY’S BABY

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2013

Prologue

The night of the party

Jennifer Dixon stood in the library staring at the array of books. The room was old-fashioned compared to the rest of the house. She’d seen all of the modern conveniences in place whereas this room was like stepping back in time. Running her fingers over the books she stared at each title, amazed by some of the first editions.

Patrick Thompson was proving to be an enigma. He was a notorious playboy who slept with a different woman every night. At least the press liked to report he had a new woman every night. She’d never met him, and the only reason she was at his house was because her parents were looking to make a deal with his. His father had arranged for the party.

She stared down at her long black evening gown wishing she hadn’t been forced to come. Linda, her best friend, had been unable to attend because of prior commitments. Jennifer wished she’d had another excuse rather than eating a tub of ice-cream. Most of the people glared down their noses at her. She might be part of their world because of her last name, but she felt as cut off from them as any other person.

While everyone was mingling around the house, she’d wandered off trying to find some peace and quiet.

“What are you doing in here?”

Turning towards the voice, she stared at Patrick across the room. He’d closed the door to the library and stared at her. From that one look she felt arousal hit her hard and deep. She’d never heard of lust at first sight, but then Patrick
was
a
hottie
. “I’m sorry. I needed to get away,” she said.

“You shouldn’t be wandering around other people’s property.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Jennifer.” She kept her last name to herself. For some reason she didn’t want to tell him her last name.

“Join me in a drink,” he said, handing her a glass filled with amber liquid. “The finest brandy money can buy.”

She took the glass he offered and sipped. The brandy burnt her throat and made her eyes water. She was careful and held the tears back. The mascara she wore was not waterproof.

“I know
it’s
strong stuff.”

“Why are you hiding?” she asked. He didn’t mention her leaving. She couldn’t stop staring at him. He was more beautiful up close than on any of the glossy
mags
.

“I’m tired of being flirted with. There was a time I’d have been flattered with the attention. Now, it’s just boring. The same old crap for the same old Patrick.” He filled her glass.

Jennifer was shocked by his honesty. “I thought you liked the lime-light and didn’t care what people said.”

“Babe, the lime-light is not the problem. The women are the problem. I mean, they want to talk about themselves or spend my money. I’m tired of being a
neverending
bank balance for them. I’m nothing but a cock and money for the women who want me. I guess I’m getting tired of the same old crap day after day,” he said.

She stared at him, amazed. Patrick was not known for having much feeling. He partied all the time, and his reputation for being a playboy was one of the worst in their social circles. This was the first time she’d ever met him.

“Take a walk with me,” he said. He offered her his arm, and she took it without question.

“I have to say, Patrick, you’ve surprised me, and that doesn’t happen often.” The night’s breeze felt good against her warm body. The air in the house had been thick and cloying.

“What’s surprised you?” he asked.

“You appear to love the attention sent your way. I don’t see you having an issue with people knowing your business.” He stopped in front of a beautiful water feature. She admired the lighting and beauty of it.

“You believe everything you read in the papers?”

“Not all of it.”

“Then don’t believe it all about me. A lot of the crap written is merely that, crap.”

He moved her on. They passed couples on their way deeper into the garden.

“I’ll keep it in mind. I won’t believe another word of it with regards to you being a playboy of the highest order.”

Patrick laughed. “What do you think of the party?”

“They’re not really my style,” she said.

They stopped in a gazebo. She let go of his arm to look around at the rest of the garden. “Your place is beautiful.”

“My father took over and decided to throw this blasted party. I hate having people around in my space. They always think it’s their property and they’re free to touch what they like,” he said.

“You don’t like people touching your things?”

“Do you? Especially people who claim to know you but then stab you in the back at the first opportunity.”

“I’m sensing there is not a lot of love lost between you and everyone else.”

He chuckled. “You’re correct.”

“If you’re so bothered by people thinking they know you, why don’t you change their opinion of you?” she asked, intrigued by him. She’d thought he was just another playboy who spent his father’s money and slept with any girl who’d have him. Her thoughts of him were being dramatically changed.

“Who would believe it?
The playboy who turned good.
There’s no gossip or money in a good guy. They want a juicy story to display on their newspapers. I’m tired of the crap.”

He trapped her against the hard wood and his body. The sudden change in him startled her. “Aren’t you worried that I’ll try to seduce you?” he asked.

She shook her head even as her insides melted at his closeness. He was wreaking havoc with her body.

“I’m not
seduceable
.”

“Every woman can be seduced, Jennifer. You’ve just got to be willing to find out how.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. The electricity from the smallest touch made her gasp. She pulled back to stare into his eyes. “You feel it, too,” he said. “I felt it the moment I saw you standing in my library. You’ve got a body to die for. Your ass is so tempting.” His hand moved down to cup her butt. She moaned when he let her go.

“No, this is wrong. You’re drunk.”

“Not that drunk. Even if I was, take advantage of me, Jennifer. I’ll make it worth your while.” He ran a thumb over her lips. “Let me show you how different I can be.”

The way he stared at her and the words he spoke made her want to give in and give him everything he demanded. This was the first time anything like this had ever happened to her. She felt a yearning deep down inside. Jennifer wanted to be seduced by him.

“I can see you’re fighting it, baby. Give in, and let yourself live a little.” His lips brushed against hers and travelled down to her throat.

She glanced around the garden and saw it was virtually empty. There was no one around to witness her seduction. Jennifer wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her body against him. She might regret her decision in the morning, but for now, she wanted to submit to him. The power he held in the palm of his hand was intoxicating. She craved what only he could give her. For once she wanted to give in, and Patrick didn’t think she was fat. He appeared to love her curves.

Pushing all of her doubts away Jennifer allowed herself to be taken.

****

Her scent would stay with him forever. He smelt oranges and spices. Patrick knew the moment he’d seen her in the library she was different. There was nothing false about her. He knew nothing else about her apart from her name, but he wanted her. The shot of lust at the sight of her had startled him. Her body moulded to him as if she’d been born to be there.

The curves of her breasts and the feel of her ass against his palm were almost too much to endure. Patrick wanted her naked and wet against the ground. He’d spotted her before she entered his library. Her brown wavy locks and the outline of her body in the gown she wore made his cock thicken. The sight of her alone was enough to make him desperate. Then she’d stared at him with her emotional brown eyes, and he was lost.

He’d heard somewhere that the eyes were the looking glass into the soul. Staring into her beautiful eyes Patrick knew the words were true. He ran his thumb over the plump flesh, relishing the feel of her against his thumb.

“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he said.

The blush that stained her cheeks hypnotised him. He didn’t know women were still innocent enough to blush.