Emma took a deep, shuddering breath. âI canât do it. Not anymore.â
âCanât do what?â
âWork for you.â
The smile slid from Cesareâs face. He shifted his stance, then clawed back his dark hair. âIt was a single meaningless night,â he said in a low voice. âI hoped we could justâforget. And things could go back to how they were.â
She shook her head.
âWhy?â
Emma had never thought sheâd be forced to blurt out news of her baby in the middle of a hotel hallway, but she suddenly knew it was now or never. She took a deep breath.
âThat night changed everything for me forever. Thereâs no going back now becauseâ¦â She hesitated, trying to find the words. âBecauseâ¦â
AT HIS SERVICE
From glass slippers to silk sheets
From washing his sheets to slipping between them, from ironing his shirts to ripping them off⦠When the job description said âfull benefits packageâ, this wasnât quite what she had in mind!
But when you work for a man whoâs used to getting everything he wants, how do you stop yourself becoming his latest acquisition?
Other titles in this series:
MAID FOR MONTERO by Kim Lawrence
AN ENTICING DEBT TO PAY by Annie West
Look out for moreAt His Servicestories coming soon!
JENNIE LUCAS grew up dreaming about faraway lands. At fifteen, hungry for experience beyond the borders of her small Idaho city, she went to a Connecticut boarding school on scholarship. She took her first solo trip to Europe at sixteen, then put off college and travelled around the US, supporting herself with jobs as diverse as gas station cashier and newspaper advertising assistant.
At twenty-two she met the man who would be her husband. After their marriage she graduated from Kent State with a degree in English. Seven years after she started writing she got the magical call from London that turned her into a published author.
Since then life has been hectic, with a new writing career, a sexy husband and two small children, but sheâs having a wonderful (albeit sleepless) time. She loves immersing herself in dramatic, glamorous, passionate stories. Maybe she canât physically travel to Morocco or Spain right now, but for a few hours a day, while her children are sleeping, she can be there in her books.
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A REPUTATION FOR REVENGE
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CHAPTER ONE
A BABY.
Emma Hayes put a hand over her slightly curved belly, swaying as the double-decker bus traveled deeper into central London in the gray afternoon rain.
A baby.
For ten weeks, sheâd tried not to hope. Tried not to think about it. Even when sheâd gone to her doctorâs office that morning, sheâd been bracing herself for some problem, to be told that she must be brave.
Instead sheâd seen a rapid steady beat on the sonogram as her doctor pointed to the flash on the screen. âSee the heartbeat? âHi, Mum.ââ
âIâm really pregnant?â sheâd said through dry lips.
The manâs eyes twinkled through his spectacles. âAs pregnant as can be.â
âAnd the babyâsâall right?â
âItâs all going perfectly. Textbook, Iâd say.â The doctor had given her a big smile. âI think itâs safe to tell your husband now, Mrs. Hayes.â
Her husband. The words echoed through Emmaâs mind as she closed her eyes, leaning back into her seat on the top deck of the Number 9 bus. Her husband. How she wished there was such a person, waiting for her in a homey little cottageâa man whoâd kiss her with a cry of joy at the news of his coming child. But in direct opposition to what sheâd told her physician, there was no husband.
Just a boss. A boss whoâd made love to her nearly three months ago in a single night of reckless passion, then disappeared in the cold dawn, leaving her to wake up alone in his huge bed. The same bed that sheâd made for him over the past seven years, complete with ironed sheets.
I know the maid could do it, but I prefer that you handle it personally. No one can do it like you, Miss Hayes.
Oh, boy. Sheâd really handled it personally this time, hadnât she?
Blinking, Emma stared out the window as the red double-decker bus made its way down Kensington Road. Royal Albert Hall went by in a blur of red brick behind the rain-streaked glass. She wiped her eyes hard. Stupid tears. She shouldnât be crying. She was happy about this baby. Thrilled, in fact. Sheâd honestly thought she could never get pregnant. It was a miracle.
A lump rose in her throat.
Except...
Cesare would never be a real father to their baby. He would never be her husband, a man who would kiss her when he came home from work and tuck their baby in at night. No matter how she might wish otherwise.