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Pregnant By The Ceo

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2019
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“Exactly.” The phone on his desk rang. He hit a button and the sound cut off. “You’ve spent a significant part of your life protecting your baby brother and I suspect you will continue to do so now, even though it’s misguided.”

That hit a bit too close to the comments Vanessa had made last night. “Misguided? I’m confused. Are you arguing for this fake engagement thing or not?”

“People will see us together, which will telegraph the message that I am not the man your brother says I am. You wouldn’t date me otherwise. It will be a business arrangement that will benefit you greatly, and it will keep me from going after him for the money.” He shrugged. “And, since time is a factor, I went ahead and started the rumors. As you know.”

“Because that made sense to you?”

“Because your brother is in serious legal trouble and I can help him. I can also provide some guidance for the future and take the pressure off you. In many ways.”

For the first time she noticed his hands. Those long fingers. The strength. The way he rubbed his palms together as if that in-control voice didn’t quite match whatever was happening inside him.

But none of that calmed her wariness. Not when every word he uttered carried a note of a threat. “What does that mean?”

“You were recently fired.”

Her stomach dropped, and not in a good way. Forget his deep, soothing voice and the sexy confidence that thrummed off him. If he made one wrong comment about her losing her job she would lunge across the desk and strangle him with that blue tie. “Laid off.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Derrick didn’t stop talking long enough to let her break in. “It would appear I’m not the only one who has an image to salvage. While you’re doing that, I will pay your bills.”

That sounded like...well, not good. “No.”

“Consider this an acting role of sorts. One for which you should be paid.” He picked up the folder in front of him and slid it toward her. “Here.”

“What’s that?”

“A contract.”

The guy was prepared. She had to give him that. “You think I’m going to say yes then sign something?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Love, honor, decency.” She probably should have thrown in a few more words but her brain refused to reboot. It had been misfiring ever since he’d smiled that first time.

“I’m not sure what any of those have to do with this arrangement.” He nodded at the folder. “Take a look. Everyone benefits.”

“Mostly you.”

“I don’t deny I get something out of this, but so do you. More important, so does Noah.”

That sounded good but she doubted Derrick would deal fairly with Noah at this point. She couldn’t believe the charges against her brother. But the idea that Derrick would waste time going after Noah if he was innocent didn’t make much sense, either.

As soon as the doubts crept into her head about her brother, she tried to push them out again. Be loyal. “Noah denies the charges.”

“He’s lying.” Derrick didn’t even flinch as he talked. Never broke eye contact. Didn’t give away any sign that he doubted what he said.

Something about his coolness made her insides shake. “Why should I believe you over my brother?”

“Deep down, you know I’m right.”

“I don’t think—”

“Yes, it would be better if you didn’t, but I’m betting you will study this proposal from every angle.” Derrick put his hand on the folder. “You can have until tomorrow morning.”

She had to grab on to the chair next to her for balance. The room had started spinning and with each word he said rocked her harder. “For what?”

“To give me your response. As I said, time is of the essence. I am currently holding off the prosecutor but he needs an answer about your brother.”

“And he’ll do what you say?”

“We went to college together.”

“Of course you did.” From her experience with the job search she knew powerful people stuck together. But the caress of Derrick’s voice, the concern in his tone—it all had her taking another step back. “This bargain or offer or whatever it is...it’s ridiculous. You know that, right? I need to know you know that.”

But even as she said the words her mind starting working. He could help Noah. She could get her life in order. Derrick offered breathing room and support, and that tempted her even though she knew she couldn’t trust him one inch.

“Your brother’s actions leave me with little option, and he shows no signs of stopping even if he is arrested. Shareholder discontent is an issue. I also have a reputation in the community.”

“One that would suffer if people found out you made an offer for a fake fiancée.”

He hadn’t been moving but still his body froze. “Is that a threat, Ellie?”

“I’m trying to understand why a man with your money and power would make this offer.”

“That’s my problem, not yours.”

“If I’m going to be your fiancée then—”

He held up a hand. “In name only.”

“No sex then?” Where had that come from?

His eyebrow lifted. “I am willing to negotiate that point. Very willing.”

She could almost feel his fingertips brush over her. “Forget it.”

“You have until tomorrow at ten to give me an answer.” He broke eye contact and hit a button on his phone. “Not ten after, Ellie. Ten exactly.”

It was a dismissal. She heard it, felt it and ignored it. “I wouldn’t clear your calendar if I were you.”

He didn’t look up. “Ten.”

Three (#ub83309bd-9fdb-52af-9afa-7d1ad442fa6e)

Derrick leaned back in his oversize desk chair and blew out a long, haggard breath as the door closed behind Ellie and she left his office. He’d expected anger and a hint of distrust. He would have worried if she’d said yes to his fake engagement offer and jumped in. Eagerness was not a bonus in this type of situation.

No, he’d been prepared for all that. The sucker punch of need that slammed in to his gut the second he saw her again? That one had been a surprise.

She’d walked in with her long brown hair tied up behind her head with those strands hanging down, all sexy and loose. She’d worn a thin black skirt and white shirt and all he could think about was stripping both off her. The tight body. Those legs. The way fire lit her hazel eyes as she argued.
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