ROMANCE: THE SHEIKH'S GAMES: A Sheikh Romance (39 page)

She drove to work feeling kind of numb. She tried to focus her thoughts on work, she had a client today who'd planned a meeting and her assistant hadn't told her the name, just that she had a last minute addition from the partners to see at ten a.m. and needed to be on time.

Driving the thirty minutes to work she got there at just a little after nine and walked in, apologizing to her assistant for being late. Normally she always got there before nine, she blamed it on the traffic.

"Do you want your normal coffee?" Her assistant, Julie, asked her. She was a bright paralegal who was a valuable asset to Nyla, and she shook her head no.

"Thanks, but no, I had coffee before I came," Nyla fibbed. In reality, her stomach was queasy from the smell of coffee and she'd rather not throw up in the office. She took a deep breath and went into her office to start going over files for her court date this afternoon.

Nyla lost track of time and didn't realize it was just after ten when a knock came on her door.

"Come in," She called, not looking up from the files she was reading. She was handling a case where the woman was suing her boss for sexual harassment. There were video evidence of his grabbing her breasts and ass at work, and threatening her job if she didn't let him. It should be a shut and dry case.

She set the file down and looked up as the door clicked close and almost jumped out of her chair when she saw Ethan.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a strangled voice.

Ethan walked over and sat down, "You wouldn't return my calls, so I put myself on your schedule so you wouldn't have a choice but to see me." "I texted you for lunch," Nyla squeaked at him, and then stared at him not knowing what to say for a moment. "What are you really doing here?"

"I missed you, I wanted to see you again and I wanted to know why you were avoiding me, until today apparently." Ethan said looking confused.

"I thought I made it clear that I didn't need or want anything from you, and it was a one night thing," Nyla blinked at him, her hand itching to her purse, trying to decide if she wanted to hide the pregnancy test, or show it to him. She pulled the purse onto her lap and sat there debating in her head about it.

"I understand that, but Nyla, I can't stop thinking about you, you made me laugh, sexually the chemistry between us is explosive, and I want a chance to get to know you better. You are smart, capable, and you can take care of yourself, you don't need me at all, but I'd like you to want me a little." Ethan told her, giving her a funny look as he watched her hug her purse for dear life.

"I don't need you," Nyla repeated after him, nodding her head and letting his words sink in, and decided to show him the test. She pulled it out of the bag, and it didn't even register in her brain what she was going to do before she did it.

She threw the test at him and hit him directly in the middle of the forehead with it and then burst into tears. It bounded off his face and hit the edge of her desk before clattering on the hardwood floors in between his boots on the floor.

Ethan looked shocked, and tried to process what just happened, he just got hit in the face with a flying object.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it!" Nyla was sitting there sobbing into her hands, and he bent down to pick up the stick she just threw at him.

Turning it over in his hands he froze when he realized what it was.

"How is this possible?" Ethan said, his voice soft, not letting himself react yet.

"Apparently when you have sex, it's possible to get pregnant. I learned that in sex ED in high school. It's common sense even if yours didn't teach it." Nyla spat out and then cried harder.

Ethan didn't know whether he should panic, or walk over there and comfort her. He ignored her sarcasm, realizing that this was an upsetting moment and cut her some slack for her reaction. Blinking at the white handled stick with the two pink lines for a minute, his brain started trying to process and understand everything that this meant.

A baby. His baby. Nyla was a good person, he wasn't upset that she'd be the mother of his child, he just needed to understand how his life would change if a child existed.

"Well, you’re handling it better than I did when I first saw that stick," Nyla said wiping her eyes. "Shit, my mascara is all over my face again."

"You're beautiful, don't worry about it," Ethan said automatically, his eyes still glued to the stick.

"I don't need your money," Nyla said as she started dabbing at her face with a tissue to fix her makeup. "I thought you had the right to know, and be involved if you wanted to be involved. I plan on keeping it. I am willing to let you sign over your rights if you don't want anything to do with the child. I promise you I didn't mean for this to happen, I'm still not sure how it happened, but—"

"Shut up Nyla," Ethan told her, looking up at her. "I never thought you'd do this to trap me, you're not that kind of woman. Why do you think I wanted to spend more time with you?"

Nyla blinked at him, her hand frozen against her face as she just stared at him in shock.

"I should have been there, when you peed on this stick. You shouldn't have had to do that alone. Of course I want to be involved, and I think we should get married. A child needs two parents, even better if one of those parents can stay home with the child during the first few years." Ethan told her, pausing and then added, "Of course, I wouldn't dream of making you quit your career if you insisted on working. I just think a kid needs a parent around when they are little."

Nyla didn't know what to say at first. This felt like too good to be true.

"What's the catch?" Nyla asked, suspiciously, having a hard time believing that any man could be this decent, this honest after a one night stand.

"No catch, Nyla, I wanted to date you. I was planning on coming here to tell you I wasn't going to take no for an answer, and I was going to put pressure on you to say yes. This just speeds up my plans a little bit. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I want you to be with me because you want to be, I won't force you into a relationship you don't want." Ethan looked at her and then got up and walked around the table and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her out of the chair to hug her. "I could love you if you let me. You deserve better than your ex husband, and you've worked hard for everything you have. I admire you. You don't need me, but let me be there for you. I want to be there for you. It's not a weakness to let other people be close to you, or to rely on them. It's okay to let someone love you."

"I'm not worried about love Ethan. We come from different roads in life. You're from a rich family, old money, I'm just a lawyer. Sure, I make okay money, but I'll never be from the same class of people you're used to." Nyla said, "I don't want to embarrass you."

"Nyla, sweetie, you could never embarrass me. Okay, maybe if you walked around in public completely naked and drunk, that might embarrass me, but you wouldn't do that, would you?" Ethan whispered in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"No! Of course not!" Nyla responded, trying to picture the scenario in her head and then shook her head when she realized how ridiculous it sounded.

"Then you have nothing to worry about." Ethan smiled at her and kissed her lips gently before pulling away. "I want to be involved, even if we don't work out relationship wise, I want to be your friend. Will you give me a chance to be your friend, and possibly more?"

"I can handle being your friend Ethan, if you want to be involved, I'd like that." Nyla told him, and then wrapped her arms around him and let him comfort her. He smelled good and she buried her face against his chest. Nyla was pressed up against him and could feel his cock twitch through his pants. She didn't comment about it, but she did shift subconsciously against him, pressing herself harder.

"Nyla, we have a lot to talk about, and holding you like this makes me want to take you right here on your desk. We should probably go to lunch." Ethan whispered and met her gaze when she tilted her head back to look at him.

"My door locks." Nyla said and startled when he abruptly let go of her and locked the door and came back. Nyla grabbed the files off her desk and set them behind her on the book shelf and let him push her against the desk and kiss her.

His hand touched her through her pants as he rubbed his fingers against her.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to just stop at your house and make love to you?" Ethan told her as he pressed kisses against her neck and chin and nibbled with his teeth as he unbuttoned her shirt, reliving a lace black bra that barely covered her nipples.

"My breasts are already bigger, it's the only bra I had that fit right now, everything else is too small," Nyla said stuttering a little as his other hand came up to grope her through the lace cups.

"I like it," Ethan said, grinning as he fondled her larger, fuller breasts. Brushing his fingers over the top, he watched her hiss a breath in as he touched her nipples. "Sensitive?"

"Very," Nyla said and then started undoing his belt buckle and then opening his jeans. She pulled his cock out of his pants and wrapped her hand around him and stroked him with her fingers and palm.

Ethan shut his eyes for a moment, his hand frozen on her breast as she squeezed and played with him. He liked the way it felt.

Unbuttoning her work pants, he pulled them down her legs until she stepped out of them after kicking off her shoes. Her lace panties matched her bra and he carefully pulled them down so he wouldn't rip another pair of her undies.

Ethan pushed her hand away, not wanting to cum on her fingers and took a deep breath to settle the feeling in his balls and tension that had been building from her playing with him.

"I guess we don't need condoms anymore," Nyla said and then shook her head and let out a small laugh before he kissed her again.

"I'm going to fuck you now Nyla, and then we are going out to lunch and we'll figure the rest of this out one day at a time." Ethan told her, determined to earn her trust. He'd decided she was the woman he wanted, and while a child right now wasn't the way he'd wanted to go about it, he had no qualms using the pregnancy to get close to her so he could get her to fall in love with him.

He pushed his cock inside her, moaning when he found her already wet, and fucked her against the desk, with one of her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid between her folds in and out of her. His hands played with her breasts and he dipped his head to kiss her mouth with ardent passion.

Nyla let herself get swept away by the lustful emotions and feelings he was causing in her, and let the sensitivity from her pregnancy increase her reactions to the sex. Everything felt more swollen, and more intense right now, it didn't take her long to cum around his cock, getting her juices on the edge of her desk and thighs.

Ethan stiffened when he felt her cum, he'd already been close from her playing with his cock with her beautiful hands, and her pussy squeezing him tight over and over again as she came sent him over the edge to his own orgasm.

Breathing heavily, he touched his forehead to hers, not breaking their union. Right this second, he was just glad to be with her, glad to have an excuse to keep chasing after her, and a reason why she might give in to him and learn to love him over time.

When he met her that night, something about her made him want to save her, she might have needed rescued from a gang of bikers, but she was a capable, beautiful, intelligent woman who could hold her own, and was a wildcat in bed.

Her ex husband was a moron. She deserved better than that, and he intended to be the man to give her everything she deserved.

They eventually broke apart, cleaned up the mess and got dressed to go to lunch.

"When is your first prenatal appointment?" Ethan asked her as he escorted her out to her car for lunch.

"Next week." Nyla told him and then hesitated, "Do you want to be there?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Ethan promised her grinning and squeezed her hand gently.

"Okay. I can handle this." Nyla told him. "One day at a time, right?"

"Yes, no pressure, we'll just let things develop naturally." Ethan promised her.

"Okay, but my mom is going to want to meet you," Nyla said and shook her head after she thought about it for a minute. "She's probably going to threaten to shoot you if we don't get married."

"I can handle an irate mom. Besides, I'd be more than happy to tell her I'll marry you as soon as you’re willing!" Ethan teased her.

"Don't encourage her. She'd love nothing more to see me pop out ten babies and never work again," Nyla said and then shuddered. "Two or three would be nice, but I still want a career down the road when they are older."

"I can live with that Nyla, we'll make this work. I promise, just trust me okay?" Ethan brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her finger tips as he searched her face.

Nyla looked him in the eyes and then smiled gently. "I do trust you Ethan. You had me from the moment you saved me in that bar."

"I have a feeling you would have found a way out of it if I hadn't." Ethan admitted, "But I didn't want to risk it."

"I had pepper spray in my purse." Nyla confided in him, "But it was a lot hotter to let you rescue me. Besides, I was trying to figure out how to invite you home from the moment you walked in."

Ethan laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. "I'm not sure I totally believe you, but if that's what you tell yourself, I can live with it."

Nyla smiled against his lips as she kissed him back with wanton abandon. She never needed a man, but this man, she could want, and definitely learn to love if she let herself.

"You're right. I needed you to rescue me, thank you Ethan." Nyla said and touched his cheek for a moment before a car alarm going off broke their connection.

"Anytime, Nyla, anytime." Ethan said grinning, and opened the car door for her.

THE END