They would merge the two businesses, of course; she would continue to work—for the time being at least. She had found she was daydreaming increasingly frequently of those two dark-blue-eyed children.
Since neither of them had any close family, the ceremony they planned was to be a quiet, simple one, which was what they both wanted.
The day before they were due to be married, Oliver returned home late in the afternoon and found Charlotte sitting in the orchard under the old apple tree. She was almost asleep, and, when she opened her eyes and saw him, she smiled lazily at him.
‘I was just daydreaming about how I felt when you made love to me here.’ She saw the way his eyes darkened, and laughed softly. ‘You were the one who imposed the ban,’ she reminded him, and then whispered wickedly, ‘We’re going to be married tomorrow—in less than twenty-four hours.’ She patted the grass beside her coaxingly and heard him groan.
There was laughter in her eyes as well as desire as he came down beside her and she whispered in his ear, ‘Thank goodness for that. For a moment I thought I was going to have to resort to this.’
Behind her, nestling in the grass, was a bottle of champagne with two glasses.
Oliver laughed with her as he rolled her beneath him but, when he kissed her, for both of them the laughter was stilled.
‘This is when we make our vows to one another,’ Charlotte told him huskily. ‘This is when we make the promises that we’ll never break. Make love to me, Oliver.’
‘All the days of my life,’ he promised huskily. ‘All the days of my life.’
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Innocent Secretary…Accidentally Pregnant
Carol Marinelli
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen