Kim LawrenceTHE SPANIARD’S PREGNANCY PROPOSAL
proposal to keep her ... permanently! Having been burned once before, Fleur Stewart reckonsstaying away from Antonio Rochas, Spanish billionaire and darling of the tabloids, should be noproblem. But Antonio attracts women like moths to a flame. And he doesn't intend to let Fleur gothat easily ... Casual is the way Antonio usually likes his relationships, but the attraction betweenhim and Fleur is too powerful to ignore. When she is forced to stay in his mansion after anaccident, the passion intensifies. Antonio wants more, and one way or another he plans to haveher.
FLEURSTEWARTwoke up and after a few minutes of lying there listening to bird song sheforced her eyelids open. Yawning, she squinted at the clock on the bedside table. It waseight-thirty.It was also her birthday. She was twenty-five, an entire quarter of a century. She resisted thetemptation to ask herself what she had done with the first twenty-five years, because that wouldhave inevitably led to her asking herself what she planned to do with the next twenty-five.And Fleur didn’t know.She wasn’t making any plans at all. She was going with the flow. Because life, she reflected,pulling the duvet over her head and burrowing down, never quite turned out the way youexpected.She had only ever wanted to act. The dream had been born the day her parents had taken her tosee a matinee performance of a West End musical when she was eight. It had died midwaythrough her second term at drama school. To be precise, on the day she had badly botched anaudition everyone had thought was hers and realised that the only thing standing between her anda glittering career was a complete absence of talent.The next day, and still in the same self-pitying, despondent frame of mind, she had met AdamMoore, a final-year law student. Good-looking Adam had been incredibly supportive andsympathetic when, over her second glass of wine, she had confided her doubts. A kindred spirit,he had seen her point immediately. What was the point staying on at drama school if you wereonly ever going to be mediocre?This had been a lot easier to hear than, ‘You’ve got to develop a thicker skin,’ which was theattitude her friends, who hadn’t taken her crisis of confidence seriously, had adopted.Adam had told her that a girl with her brains could do a lot better for herself than acting and