“Two weeks, perhaps three.”
The thought of continuing where they’d left off the other night rippled through her body in a cascade of longing. Draco had insinuated himself under her skin, into her very psyche. But it wouldn’t be forever, she told herself. They had a finite time. They could be together and then he’d leave to reassume his life and she could go on with hers.
She looked around the apartment. Very little of her own personality resided here. Aside from packing some clothes to bring with her, there wasn’t anything she’d miss. And yet, if she agreed to this temporary affair—because that’s exactly what it would be—could she be certain she’d escape with her heart intact?
“Blair?”
“Yes.”
He smiled and her stomach did a little flip-flop in excitement as she absorbed his pleasure in her decision.
“Let me get a few things together, it’ll only take me a moment.”
Her hands shook ever so slightly as she shoved clothing, underwear and toiletries into a small case. She was mad. Totally and utterly mad to be doing this. But didn’t she deserve to reach out and grab some happiness too, however short-lived?
Five
The next couple of weeks saw Blair take her creativity to new heights. After their nights of lovemaking, she expected to leave work each night drained. But instead, the opposite was true. She’d never been more invigorated in her life. She still suffered from the occasional recurrence of nausea or dizzy spell, no doubt still a hangover from the niggling stomach upset she’d had a few weeks ago, but overall she’d never felt better.
Tonight the restaurant was humming, as it had for a while now. This week in particular had been crazy when Draco’s friendship with newly-engaged billionaire entrepreneur Brent Colby had been at the forefront of the gossip magazines. It seemed as if every aspect of Draco’s life was fodder for the papers, and by association, hers too.
Reporters still hung around outside each night, but instead of the headlines reading things like “Is Carson’s Going Italian?” or “Italian Stallion on the Menu?” they were more focused on the increasing high number of local celebrities who’d taken to wanting to be seen at what was rapidly becoming the place to be seen.
Blair turned to check the latest round of orders from her wait staff, only to feel the kitchen floor tilt beneath her. Whoa, she thought, gripping the stainless steel countertop to steady herself.
“You okay, sweetie?” Gustav hesitated in front of her, his hands and arms filled with entree plates heading out to a group of actors from New Zealand’s longest-running soap opera who were celebrating local television award nominations.
Blair swallowed back against the bitter bile that had risen in her throat as the dizziness had hit, and took a steadying breath.
“I’ll be fine. You’d better get those out.” She gestured to the plates on his arm. “Can’t keep the punters waiting, right?”
“Maybe you should get checked out. Who knows, you might have brought back something more than just a gorgeous Italian stud muffin from Tuscany.”
Gustav gave her one of his trademark cheeky smiles, but underlying his humor, she could sense he was worried about her.
Blair reached for the bottled water she always kept on hand, and took a long draw from it. That spell had been worse than most, she acknowledged. Maybe she really did need to see a doctor just to get to the root of what ailed her. It wasn’t as if it was debilitating, but dizzy spells in a working kitchen were risky at the best of times. And these were the best of times, she smiled to herself.
Business had never been better, and at the end of each evening Draco was waiting for her to take her back to his apartment where they’d enjoy a late supper together before retiring to bed. Although there wasn’t much retiring in that department.
The next afternoon, when Blair arrived at the restaurant her staff were abuzz with the news that the food critic from Fine Dining magazine was reported to be coming to the restaurant that night amongst a bevy of his friends. Blair’s nerves shot off the Richter scale as she realized what this could mean.
Tonight could be the night that would realize her dream—or seal her fate into the “almost-ran” category forever. It was imperative that everything be perfect.
She checked and rechecked the storeroom and walk-in-fridge, ensuring that everything she’d ordered was of the highest quality and at its peak of freshness.
Draco let himself in through the back door of the restaurant and waved a quick hello to Blair’s sous chef, Phil, who was busy overseeing the kitchen hands’ preparations for the menu that night. He was surprised not to see Blair in the kitchen, but caught a glimpse of her in the little office off to the side.
He crossed the distance between them on silent feet. Her back was to the door and she was intent on the computer screen in front of her. The online version of Fine Dining magazine, he noted.
He dropped his hands on her shoulders and stroked them down her arms as he leaned forward to kiss her lightly on the back of her neck.
“Draco! This is a surprise,” she said with a jubilant smile as she spun round in her computer chair at his touch.
She reached up and pulled his face down to hers. His pulse quickened as her lips pressed against his, then parted, allowing him access to taste her. Dio, it seemed as if he could never get enough of her. It would make the news he had to tell her now even more difficult to impart.
“So,” she said when he finally drew back from her welcoming embrace, “what brings you here at this time of day?”
“Not so good news, I’m afraid.”
“Oh?”
She made a tiny moue with her mouth, making him want to kiss her again.
“I have to go away for a few days, to Adelaide. My Australian business manager has unfortunately been in an accident and won’t be out of the hospital for several days. I need to meet with some of our exporters.” A sudden thought occurred to him. “Come with me. Leave the restaurant in Phil’s hands and run away for a few days. It’s beautiful in the Adelaide hills this time of year. You’ll love it.”
“When do you leave?”
“In a couple of hours. I’m traveling by charter, I’ll call them and delay the flight to give you time to get ready. All you have to do is say yes.”
Suddenly he wanted her to come with him more than ever. It would be a slice out of time for them both. Granted, he’d have some business meetings and dinners to attend, but he could complete the social side of his business with Blair on his arm. A warm glow started in the pit of his belly as he started to look forward to doing just that. It would be good to get her away from Carson’s. She worked as if one possessed her, and he wanted a chance to again see the woman who’d so enticed him while she was at Palazzo Sandrelli.
He studied her face, expecting to see it light up with excitement. Instead a frown pulled her eyebrows together.
“Draco, I’d love to, but I can’t. I have a business to run, and tonight—well, tonight is probably going to be the most important night of all.”
“Why tonight?” He asked, clamping down on the frustration at having his newly formed plans summarily discarded.
“It sounds as if Bill Alberts—you know, from Fine Dining?—will be coming tonight. It’s my chance to lift our rating in the magazine. To be the best!”
She glowed with an inner light as she spoke, but for the life of him he couldn’t understand why that meant she couldn’t come with him. Surely she trusted her kitchen and waitstaff to provide the same level of service they’d give, whether she was there or not.
“So this Bill Alberts, has he made a booking?”
“Not exactly, but one of his associates has made a booking for six guests tonight. It’s the way he operates. I just know tonight is going to be the night. I have to be here. It’s important to me.”
While Blair was no further away from him physically than before, he could sense she’d emotionally widened the distance between them.
She pushed h
er chair back a little, letting it bump against the desk, and stood up. “When do you expect to be back?”
“I’ll be gone for five nights.” He stepped closer, cupping his hands on her hips and pulling her into him. “Will you miss me?”
He felt the fine tremor run through her before she answered.
“You know I will. But it’s okay.” She laughed, the sound almost artificial. “It’s not as if we have a permanent arrangement together or anything. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a big night to prepare for.”
She went to pull free from his hands, but rather than let her go he tightened his grip, cradling her between his hips. He ran his hands up the long muscles of her back until their bodies were aligned. Her breasts pressed against his chest, full, firm. Different, yet the same. A different bra, perhaps? He couldn’t wait to see it, to peel it off her. But in the meantime, he’d have to settle for a kiss that could last him the five nights he’d be away.
He took her lips hungrily, determined to imprint himself indelibly on her both physically and mentally. It bothered him more than he cared to admit that she was prepared to put her work before him, but he reminded himself, it was her intensity, her focus and her drive that he’d found so compelling. The first time he’d seen her, in the kitchens of the commercial arm of the palazzo that catered to groups on culinary tours, she’d stood out from the rest. A humming, vibrant energy amongst a collection of people who only played at being artists in the kitchen.
Blood pooled in his groin and he ground his hips against her, letting his tongue slide into her mouth in a pale imitation of what he wanted to do with her body. She melted against him, her body no longer stiff and reluctant in his arms, but pliant and willing.
The sound of a throat clearing dragged his attention back to where they were.
“You guys want to get a room or something?” Gustav asked from behind him.
“We were just saying arrivederci.”
Draco reluctantly let Blair from his arms. The instant feeling of emptiness came as a surprise, but then again, they’d been all but making love here in this tiny cluttered room. It was no wonder that he physically missed her already.
“Gustav, you’re here early,” Blair said, a warm blush rising up her neck and invading her cheeks.
“Didn’t want to miss the show,” her headwaiter replied. “The one tonight, I mean—Bill Alberts.”
“You people have no proof this man is even coming tonight. Why are you all so…so?” Words failed Draco and he gestured widely with his hands.
Blair caught his hands in hers. “Because this is everything we have worked for for months. If he doesn’t show, we’ll have had a great trial run.”
“But isn’t every night a trial run?”
“Of course. But this one could be it. It’s as close as we’ve gotten. Now, I’m sure you have things to do before you leave tonight, and I know I have a lot to see to.”
Draco couldn’t believe she was dismissing him! Usually, he was the one to make an exit. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or amused. He settled for amused. He didn’t want their parting, however brief this time, to be tainted by any sour words between them. But when he came back he planned to absorb all her attention—to the extent that she wouldn’t want to be without him again.
“Ciao, bella. Until next Wednesday.”
“Take care, Draco.”
Her attention was already back on her computer screen before he’d even left the room.
“It’s a bugger, isn’t it?” Gustav said at his side.
“What is?”
“That she’s so absorbed in her work.”
“A minor problem, si. But nothing that can’t be dealt with,” Draco replied confidently. With any luck she’d miss him as much as he knew he would miss her in the next few days. It would make his suggestion to her when he got back that much easier to implement.
“Well, good luck, buddy. You’ll need it. She’s married to this place, you know.”
“We will see about that.”
He would definitely see about that, Draco decided as his driver pulled away from the front of the restaurant.
Blair picked up the phone and dialed her father’s number. He deserved to know that tonight could be the night they’d all been waiting for.
“Dad!” She said the second the phone was picked up, not even waiting for his gruff “hello,” then gushed with the news that Bill Alberts could be reviewing them that night.
He was understandably excited for her, and apprehensive. As they finished their call he said, “Well, good luck for tonight, honey. I wish I could be there with you. What about your man, will he be there?”
“Dad, Draco’s not my man, he’s just—” Blair hesitated, unsure and unwilling to peg a title to exactly where Draco fit into her life right now, let alone examine her growing feelings toward him or how difficult it would be to say goodbye when he returned to his homeland.
“A friend?” Her father laughed in her ear. “Be careful, Blair. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who takes ‘friendship’ lightly.”
“I know,” Blair sighed, “but it will be okay. He’s away at the moment, and when he gets back? Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
A few minutes later, when she hung up, she wondered just how tricky that bridge would be to negotiate. He’d been so Italian today, expecting her to drop everything and just be there with him at his behest.
She stared at the wall calendar. Five nights he’d be gone. Five whole, lonely nights. She wouldn’t bother going to his apartment, even though she had a key. She preferred the familiarity of her flat, if she was going to be alone.
It was time she changed for work, she thought, flicking a glance at the wall clock, when her eyes drifted back again to the wall calendar. Something wasn’t quite right, she thought, looking back over the past two months. She was missing the annotation that marked the start of her period. It wasn’t a big mark, just something she did to keep track, out of habit. But since her trip to Tuscany, nothing.
She searched her memory, had she had a period and forgotten to mark it up?
A cold chill settled on her shoulders. No. She knew she hadn’t had a period since about a week before she’d gone away. But she’d faithfully taken her pill. There was no way she could be pregnant, could she? She counted two weeks forward from her last period and her finger stopped slap bang in the middle of the week she’d spent at Palazzo Sandrelli. The week that should never have happened. She’d forgone the balance of her culinary tour for the pleasure of being with Draco. Besides, she’d learned so much more from his chefs than she’d have picked up elsewhere.
So what had happened? Was her cycle so out of whack because of the travel and how busy she’d been since her return? But she had been, and still was, on the pill.
Her stomach flipped uncomfortably, reminding her of the nausea, the dizzy spells.
No. She couldn’t be pregnant.
Six
“So, you’re saying that because I didn’t take my tablet at the exact same time every day, being the time I would take my tablet here in New Zealand, that I was unprotected?”
Blair fought back tears as she tried to simplify what her doctor had told her. She’d already left a urine sample with the nurse, but if what her doctor said was true, she had a horrible idea she knew exactly what the result of the pregnancy test would be.
“Blair, you are on a very low dose contraceptive. You were aware of that at the beginning, weren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes I was.”
And she’d had a reminder set in her cell phone to go off at the exact same time every day so she never forgot a tablet. But since her phone hadn’t had a global roaming facility she hadn’t taken it overseas with her.
Draco had used condoms when she was in Italy, but after a couple of nights, and days, Blair remembered a couple of occasions where their passion had gotten the better of them. He’d gone to great lengths to assure her of his sexual health, and
she knew for herself there were no troubles in that regard. But this, this was another kind of trouble altogether.
The doctor’s phone trilled on her desk and Blair jumped, her eyes locked on the doctor’s face as he answered.
“Yes, yes. Thank you, nurse.”
The doctor turned to face her. Blair could read nothing in expression.
“You say your last period was in the second week of February?” the doctor asked.
Blair nodded. At least that’s the last time she’d marked it on her wall calendar. She sat rigid in her chair as the doctor referred to a sheet on her desk.
“Hmmm, well, Blair, that would make you about ten weeks pregnant.”
At Blair’s shocked gasp the doctor’s face settled into sympathetic lines. “Blair, I can tell this is a shock. I take it the father isn’t on the scene?”
Blair shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Pregnant? It was her worst nightmare. How could she have failed so horribly? Risked so much—and lost.
Her mind was numb as she endured the physical examination her doctor requested, and as her appointment came to an end she numbly accepted the slip of paper to order her blood tests.
“Everything looks good so far, Blair. We’ll book you in for a scan to confirm your dates, et cetera, but from the exam and your last period I think we can safely assume your baby’s due date will be around mid-November.”
Mid-November. It seemed so far away, and yet so close too. Blair drove herself back home and curled up on her favorite chair, trying to absorb the reality that she was pregnant—with Draco’s child.
Oh heavens! Draco. He’d be back in two days. How on earth would she keep this from him? He was the kind of man for whom family was everything. She’d understood that early on, when she’d first met him. He’d never support her need to keep working and to keep running Carson’s. The kind of family values that defined him had no place in her world. Her world was constantly in motion, moving from one challenge to the next in her field. Carson’s itself had only been up and running for three years, the last of which being under her sole guidance.
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