Trinity (The Executive's Affair) (4 page)

"No, the job and money is fine. It's just time for me to move on and pursue other things."

"Such as?"

Trinity
shifted in her seat. "Well, I was considering moving back home and working in the family business for a while."

It took a lot of self-control for him not to jump across the desk and shake some sense into her. There was no way this was happening. She was quitting
and
moving? He dragged his hand through his hair and blew out an agitated breath. Overreacting wouldn't do him any good. He had to stay calm. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"

She stood. "No. My mind is made up."

Laszlo was out of his chair and blocking the door before she could read it. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Please don't do this, Trinity." There was a desperation in his voice that sounded strange to him. He'd never had to beg before. Hell, he shouldn't have to beg now.

"Do what? I'm quitting my job, Laszlo. People do it all the time."

He licked his lips. "Okay, fine, you want to quit, then quit. I can't stop you. But please, at least have the decency to tell me the truth. Why are you really leaving?" She chewed on her bottom lip and looked away from him. He turned her face back to him. "Trinity?"

"It's because of you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" she snapped.

"Me?" He dropped his hands from her shoulders and shook his head. That made no sense. "What have I done? You asked me to back off and I did."

"I know and thank you for that, but it's hard to work here every day and not…"

"Not what?"

"Nothing. Never mind. I'll still go to the charity ball with you tomorrow night."

He didn't become a successful businessman and billionaire without having killer instincts and an ability to read people. And right now, his instincts were telling him the she was hiding something from him. "Don't do that," he said firmly. "Why is it hard for you to work here every day?"

"Because
all I do is think about that night and it's impossible to concentrate on anything but--"

Laszlo took her face into his hands and kissed her hard. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one who'd been driving himself crazy over the memory of that night. Besides, if she was thinking about it that much, to the point she felt the need to quit her job, then that meant she wanted him more than she let on. And that was all the encouragement he needed. His laid back, hands-off, indifferent approach to getting her was over. All bets were off now and by tomorrow, Trinity Collins would be his.
"It's all I think about too, Trin," he said releasing her lips but not her face. "Don't you think that means something?"

"Yeah, it means we had great sex." She laughed.

He sighed. "It's more than that and you know it."

Trinity stepped out of his reach. "No, I don't know that." she crossed her arms over her chest. "What I wonder, though, is why you're pushing the issue? It was one night, Laszlo. Let it go."

He gritted his teeth. It felt like she was purposely trying to piss him off. Well, if she thought pushing him like that would deter him, she was sorely mistaken. "No, I will not let it go. And I’m not letting you go either."

Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She closed her mouth and then tried again. "What're you going to do? Tie me up? Keep me locked up in your office?"

"If I have to, yes, that's exactly what I'll do." He fought to keep from smiling when he saw the look on her face.
Did she really believe he'd do any of that? Was his spoiled, rich kid, get whatever he wants reputation really that bad?
He found it humorous. He could tell she did not. "Okay, okay." Laszlo held his hands up in a show of surrender. "I won't tie you up or lock you in my office. But c'mon, Trinity, what the hell is going on?"

"Now is not the time or place to discuss this."

She pushed past him and headed for the door. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him. "Fine, then let me take you to dinner tonight. We can discuss it then."

Trinity stared at him and he wondered what she was thinking. "Can I ask you something?"

That was unexpected. "Yeah, of course, ask me anything you want."

"Why me? You can have any woman you want. Why are you chasing me when I made it clear that I didn't want you to? Is it the thrill of the chase or something? I mean, really, Laszlo, do you get off on obtaining something you can't have?"

His nostrils flared and the tips of his ears burned hot.
How dare she think that this was just about the chase?
Okay, so maybe part of it was, but he really did care about her. It was frustrating that she couldn't see that. He took a calming breath. "Is it that hard to believe that I care about you and just want to get to know you?"

She laughed. "Yes."

Now that just pissed him off. He yanked her into his arms and crushed his lips over hers. His tongue dipped into her mouth and she responded in kind, her desperation and desire rivaled his own, her soft mewls of pleasure encouraged him to deepen the kiss. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. For a woman who claimed she didn't want him to pursue her, who claimed she wanted to leave, she sure was responding to him like a woman who wanted him. And he knew damn well that she wanted him. He just had to figure out why she was telling him one thing and then doing another.

He slid his hand up from her waist to her breast, taking the tender mound into his hand, kneading it softly. She moaned and leaned into his touch. He released her lips long enough to scoop her up into his arms and carry her to the couch on the far side of the room. Laszlo sat and brought her down with him. She adjusted and straddle him. They found each other's lips and resumed their kiss as if they hadn't been momentarily interrupted. His hands coursed up and down her back, loving the feel of her sitting on his lap, of her body pressed to his, of her hands in his hair. Trinity shifted slightly and his cock jerked.
Son of a bitch he needed to fuck her so bad.
Trinity wiggled on him, grinding down on his erection. As if that alone wasn't bad enough, she was wearing a dress today, without stockings, so the only barrier between him and her were her panties and his pants. She moved again, a little more forceful and he groaned.

"Laszlo," she moaned and reached between them. Her fingers went straight for his pants and she undid them. Reaching inside, she grabbed his cock and freed it. The contact sent a thousand fiery bursts through him that erupted in his balls. It was a small miracle he didn't come right then and there. "I want you." She nipped at his bottom lip as she slid her panties to the side and adjusted her body so that his cockhead was pressed against the clenched opening of her pussy. "I need to feel you in me." Her voice bordered on a whine.

Like he was going to stop her or tell her no. "Take me, Trinity, I'm yours." It shocked him just how much he meant that. Inch by agonizing inch she slid down on his cock. Not grabbing her hips and slamming his dick into her was hard, but this was her show and he was going to let her take the lead. His head fell back against the couch and he let out a low throaty rumble. "Fuck, baby, you're wet."
God, her pussy felt like heaven.
It had been way too long since he'd been inside of any woman, let alone Trinity. All he wanted to do was fuck her hard and fast, to take out all of his sexual frustrations on her. But holy shit the way she was doing him so was good.

She moved on him in slow circular motions, moaning each time her clit rubbed on him.
"Oh god." Her hands were on either side of his face, clutching the couch behind his head. "Laszlo…"

He took hold of her hips and held her still for a moment luxuriating in the warmth and wetness of her inner walls. "Feels good doesn't it, love?"

Trinity nodded. "Yes, so good."

Laszlo released his hold on her and she began to move again. He palmed the back of her head and brought her lips down over his, kissing her in the same soft rhythmic way that she rode him. He couldn't imagine not ever feeling her lips on his again, or her pussy wrapped around his cock, or her cries of passion.
Fuck. He had to stop her from leaving. She had to know they had something good going on here.
  "Shit, Trinity, baby, ah god, yeah…" The base of his spine tingled and his balls felt heavy.

She buried her face in his neck and cried his name repeatedly as her body
tensed from her orgasm. He hugged her tight and plunged his hips up, thrusting his dick in her as far as he could and then he came inside of her. His body jerked once and then trembled from the sheer pleasure of it. Trinity was the first woman he'd ever made love to without a condom. He knew it was stupid and reckless, but that first night they'd been together he'd just been so damn eager to get inside of her that he hadn't thought about it. And now, well, she'd taken him by surprise. Plus, he didn't keep a stash of condoms in his desk drawer or anything. Besides, he loved the feel of coming in her as opposed to a condom. It was so much more intense.

He placed a few soft kisses on the side of her head. "We're good together, love. Please don't leave." Laszlo expected her to protest and give him more lame excuses about how it was wrong and it was time to move on.

But then she whispered two words he never dreamed he'd hear: "I'm pregnant."

Bile rose in the back of Trinity's throat. She couldn't believe she'd just blurted it out like that. What the hell was wrong with her? Laszlo was deadly still.
Oh god! What was he thinking?
Surely he'd be more than happy to let her go now. There was no way a man like Laszlo Cstary wanted a child. She would just tell him that she didn't expect anything from him; that she would quietly disappear and he would never hear from her again. She was good at disappearing. Plus, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to keep the baby. With Jason and his whereabouts still being an unknown, it was dangerous enough for her to be in one place for too long. There was no way she could bring a baby into the mess her life had become. She took a deep breath and slowly lifted her head, ready to tell him that he was off the hook when his intercom buzzed.

"Mr. Cstary?" It was Sarah. "Your ten o'clock appointment is here."

Laszlo finally moved. He reached for the phone on the table beside the couch. "Reschedule it," he barked. "I'm in the middle of dealing with a staffing issue then I have a personal matter that needs my attention. In fact, clear my entire schedule for the rest of today." Then he hung up.

Trinity's nerves were frayed
and her nausea returned with a vengeance. She licked her lips and slowly looked at him. "Lasz—"

He cut her off. "Pregnant?"

"Yes," she said looking him squarely in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

"And it's mine?"

She sighed. The implication of that question should piss her off, but it didn't. It was a valid concern considering they'd only been together once. "Yes, it's yours."

"Wow." He blew out a breath and rubbed his hands over his face
as if in shock. She couldn’t blame him. She was still in shock too.

Trinity got off his lap, turned her back to him, and fixed her clothes. She was such an idiot. She never should've told him. That had been her initial plan—to keep it a secret and just leave. And now she'd gone and ruined everything. Tears streamed down her face before she could stop them.
Well, at least she had an explanation for her constant nausea, her raging desire to have sex all the time, and her erratic hormones. Behind her, she heard Laszlo stand and zip his pants. She hastily wiped away her tears and tried to take a deep breath but it came out as a sob instead.

Laszlo put his arm around her shoulders and turned her into his arms. She put her forehead on his chest and let the tears fall freely. "Shh, don't cry, love, it's okay." He rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.

God, why was he being so nice about this? It would be easier if he'd just get angry so that she could go through with leaving. But if he continued to act okay with this, then she knew she'd cave and consider staying. And that was something she absolutely could not do. It wasn't safe for her, him, or their baby.

"That's why you wanted to leave? Because you were afraid of how I would react?"

That was part of it. "Yes," she said meeting his gaze.

"Please don't cry." He wiped her tears and smiled. "I'm not the type of man to run out on my responsibilities."

That's exactly what she was afraid of. "I know that." He might be living the life of a rich, carefree, playboy, but he was nothing if not honest and responsible.

"You can't leave, Trinity."

"I have to." Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke.

"I understand if you don't want to work here anymore, but you can't move away. You're carrying my child, Trinity. You can't deny me the chance to be a part of this."

His gaze was so intense she wanted to crawl under his desk and hide from it. She knew he was right, but how could she stay when she knew what it could mean for them? There was only one solution. She had to tell him the truth. She had to come clean about her last job, Jason, what she'd done, and how she'd run away from it all. "It's not that simple, Laszlo. There are things you don't know about me, things that I'm sure will change your mind about all of this."