Trinity (The Executive's Affair) (5 page)

"L
et me be very clear about this, love. Nothing you tell me is going to change my mind. I told you before I knew about the pregnancy that I cared about you. I want to get to know you, Trinity, and I want to be with you. I thought I'd made that clear."

He had made it abundantly clear, that was for sure. "Then we have to talk.
There are things you need to know."

"Okay, then let's talk. We can leave right now and go wherever you want."

She shook her head. "No, not now, I—I need some time to gather my thoughts. Tonight?"

"Fine, tonight then. My place at seven, okay?"

She nodded. It wouldn't be easy to tell him the truth, but she had to. No, she wanted to. She was tired of running. It would be nice to settle down in one place and not be afraid all the time. Who knew if Laszlo would help her once he knew the truth, but it was a chance she was willing to take. "I'll be there. I promise." Laszlo took her face into his hands and kissed her so gently she wondered if she'd dreamt it. It left her dizzy and breathless. "Laszlo," she whispered. Her heart broke in that moment when she realized that more than anything; she wanted to be with him and their baby.
What if he decided he wanted the baby and not her? What would she do then?

"Mr. Cstary?" Sarah's voice came through the intercom again.

Laszlo walked to his desk and pushed the button on his phone. "What?" He was clearly agitated.

"Miss Reynolds from A Glam Affair Party Planning Service is here to see you. She says it's in regards to the charity ball tomorrow and it's urgent," Sarah said.

He dragged a hand through his hair. "Give me ten and then I'll see her." He turned his attention back to Trinity. "I'm sorry; I have to deal with this."

"No, its okay, I understand." She smiled meekly and wiped her face. "We'll finish this tonight." Laszlo hugged her and then she left his office. She kept her head down as she walked down the hallway past the other secretaries' desks. The last thing she wanted or needed was to have to explain why she was crying.

***

At a few minutes before seven, Trinity pulled up in front of Laszlo's house. He'd sent a car to pick her up, which was a little weird, but kind of nice at the same time. The driver got out of the car, opened her door, and helped her out. She thanked him and walked to the front door. A massive amount of butterflies had taken up residence in her stomach. It was the moment of truth. Laszlo's reaction tonight would be the determining factor for her. She took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. The door swung open immediately and she was greeted by Laszlo's bright smile. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. He was dressed in a pair of tan khaki shorts and a light blue polo shirt with the collar open. It was casual and sexy as hell. Trinity's hormones conspired against her and she felt her panties dampen.

"Hello, love," he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her fully on the mouth. "Come in."

Trinity stepped inside and was awestruck by the house. It was huge! Cathedral style roofs made the place look as if a giant lived there. She entered through a large foyer that was sandwiched between a wide open living room on one side and an equally large kitchen on the other. A cream colored sectional couch took up most of the living room. It was so big she guessed it could easily fit three dozen people. A spiral staircase stood at the opposite end of the foyer that led to the second floor. She looked up and noticed it was open, an ornate medal railing circling the hallway above. It was impressive. And a bit much for a single guy, she thought. "This place is amazing, Laszlo."

"I’m glad you like it."

She cocked her head and gave him a curious look. Why should it matter if she liked it or not? It wasn't her house. "I do." She smiled.

"
Hungry? I made some dinner."

"You cook?" That surprised her.

He laughed. "Yes, on occasion I do cook." Laszlo took her hand and led her through the kitchen and out onto the back porch, which was almost as large as his living room and kitchen combined. A table for two was set up in the corner that overlooked what she guessed was an Olympic sized swimming pool.

"You didn't have to go to so much trouble."

"It was no trouble. Come on." He pulled out a chair for her and she sat.

The food smelled fantastic and her stomach grumbled. She'd only had a handful of crackers today.
"Looks great," she said.

He sat across from her and smiled. "Eat up."

Trinity dug into the heaping pile of pasta on her plate. She closed her eyes and moaned. It was the most delicious food she'd ever tasted. The creamy garlic sauce was like heaven in her mouth. The grilled chicken melted on her tongue. And the bruschetta topping was divine. She ate one forkful after another without realizing Laszlo was watching her intently. Her face flushed with embarrassment when she looked up at him. Dabbing her mouth with her napkin, she smiled. "Sorry. I didn't realize how hungry I was."

"Don't be sorry. You're eating for two now."

The way he said that, the look of adoration in his eyes was overwhelming. A feeling of warm fuzziness washed through her body. For a brief moment she imagined herself living here, being Laszlo's wife, and raising their baby together. Then just as quickly, it was gone.
Don't be stupid, Trin. There's no way he's going to marry you or move you in.
She frowned and shook the thought from her head.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing, I was just…" She sighed. "The way you looked at me just now, it was…nice." No one had ever looked at her like that before. She realized she wanted a man to look at her like that all the time.

Laszlo reached across the table and took her hand, his thumb grazing across her knuckles and he looked at her the same way he had moments ago.
God, she loved that look. "Come here," he said, tugging on her hand. Trinity stood and walked around the table. Laszlo pulled her down onto his lap and slipped one hand into her hair behind her ear. "I want you to move in here with me."

A small gasp escaped her. "What?" She had to of misheard him. He wanted her to move in with him?

"I'm serious, Trin. I want to be here for every step of this pregnancy. I want to take care of you."

"That's sweet, really, but I don't need you to take care of me. I've been on my own since I was fifteen and I'm doing just fine."

"Yes, I'm sure you are, but you're not on your own anymore, love." He put his hand on her stomach. "Plus, you quit your job today, remember? How are you going to support yourself? And the medical bills? You no longer have health insurance."

Shit!
She frowned. He had her there. Maybe her well-thought out plan wasn't so well-thought out after all. "I can get another job, you know."

"Yes, I'm sure you can." His tone was patronizing.

She narrowed her eyes at him. It was tempting to say yes, to allow him to take care of her and pamper her. Lord knows it would be a nice change of pace. But the nagging voice in the back of her mind made her hesitate. They knew very little about each other. What happened if they moved in together and realized they weren't compatible? That was no way to raise a child. She knew. She'd grown up in a house where her parents hated each other and were constantly fighting.

"Living together is a big step. We barely know each other."

He laughed. "I think having a baby trumps the whole living together thing."

She smiled. "I don't know, Laszlo. It just seems too fast. I mean, I know we're having this baby
, but can't we date or something for a while… get to know each other."

"Is that what you want?" He
gave her lips a lingering kiss. "To date for a while?"

"Yeah," she whispered, returning his kiss.

"And then you'll move in with me?" His thumb brushed over her bottom lip before he kissed it again.

"We'll talk about it." She titled her head to the side giving him greater access to her neck, which he was doing a fine job of showering with kisses. 

He chuckled. "All right, we'll table the issue for now."

Trinity laughed. He spoke about it as if it were a business matter that needed to be hashed out with his board members. Before she could say so his mouth was on hers again; his tongue doing that little swirly thing with hers that she liked so much. She moaned into his mouth and he deepened the kiss in a way he'd never done before. His erection poked her leg and she knew if she didn't stop this right now they'd end up naked and sweaty. Not that that's a bad thing, but she came here to talk. She pulled away. "We need to talk."

"I know. We can talk later, can't we?" He winked.

Trinity got off his lap. "As tempting as that is," she nodded at the bulge in his crotch, "we really have to talk first."

Laszlo groaned. "Okay, but as soon as you're finished talking, I
will
have my way with you."

Her heart raced and her clit throbbed at the authority of his demand. She drew a shaky breath and nodded. "Can we go inside?"

"No." He stood." The sun will be setting soon and the view from here is fantastic. I want you to see it. We can sit over here though."

She followed him to the opposite end of the porch to a wicker couch. The thing was lavish. If there were a top end luxury version of wicker furniture then that was it.

"I had it custom made," he said taking a seat and patting the spot next to him. 

Of course he did, she thought as she sat beside him. He draped his arm around her shoulders and she sighed with content.
It felt incredible to be wanted and adored by him. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin this moment by talking about her sordid past. Maybe she should wait to tell him—wait just a little bit longer to see how things progressed between them. Yeah. That was a good idea. That's what she would do. "You surprise me, Laszlo."

"And why is that?" He propped his feet up on the wicker coffee table in front of them. She felt the change in his body immediately—he was completely relaxed.

"I'm sure it's no secret the reputation you have. Laszlo Cstary: billionaire womanizer who always gets what he wants."

He laughed. "Yes, I'm well aware of my reputation, love, but I take offense to being labeled a womanizer.
Every woman I've ever been with has been treated with the utmost respect."

That shocked her. She'd never met a man who treated his one night stands respectfully. By definition that seemed absurd. "You're really nothing like people say you are."

"Or maybe you just don't know me that well yet," he teased.

"I'm serious." She laugh
ed and adjusted her body so that she could look at him. "When I told you I didn't want things to happen between us again you backed off even though that's not what you wanted and now, with the whole living together thing, you're willing to do things my way."

Laszlo smiled and put his hand on her thigh, caressing it with a firm gentleness. It was like he'd pushed the power button to her libido or something. White hot desire shot through her veins and pooled between her legs. She stifled a groan.

"You are so beautiful, you know that?"

"Don't change the subject
," she said.

He leaned closer to her face and put his mouth inches from hers. "I never had any intentions of letting you get away, love," he whispered, sliding his hand further up her leg, his fingers brushing over throbbing sex.

Her heart rate spiked and her breath caught in her throat. "But…then, why…?" She was so focused on what his hand was doing that she was now babbling like an incoherent idiot.

"I knew I had to approach things a little differently with you.
So, I let you think I was backing off when in reality I was just biding my time. And it worked, just like I knew it would."

There was that confident arrogance she was so used to seeing from him.
"So you played me?" She should've known that he'd been in control the whole time. Oh, he was good. It was no wonder he was such a successful businessman.

"That's one way to look at it, I suppose." He captured her lips for a kiss, his hand massaging her
through her jeans.

God, it felt so good she couldn't stop herself from parting her thighs to give him better access. She reached over and touched him, not at all surprised to find him fully erect. It was empowering to know that she'd done that to him, that she had that kind of effect on him.

"Are we going to keep talking or can I take you upstairs now and make love to you?" he asked, planting a well-placed kiss on the soft spot behind her ear.

She moaned. "What about the sunset? I thought you wanted me to see it." At the moment, she could care less about the damn sunset.

"There will be another one tomorrow night."

"Then let's go." They both stood. She took his hand and followed him upstairs.

Laszlo felt slightly guilty as he led Trinity up the stairs to his room. He knew she'd come here to talk, that there was something she wanted him to know. But he didn't really care. His mind was made up—he wanted a future with this woman and nothing she could tell him would change that.