She’d have to tellhim. Adoni Petrakis.
For, she realised, shewashaving this baby. She didn’t know anything about babies but she was sure she didn’t want a termination.
That was one thing sorted at least.
She tried to smile at her reflection and failed. For she cringed at the idea of confronting Adoni. They were from different worlds. It was a miracle they’d ended up in bed together. He was rich, sophisticated and urbane. She was ordinary and embarrassingly inexperienced. More, she’d been downright gauche that night.
The memory always left her torn between horror at what she’d done and a wish that it had never ended. She could get used to a handsome, sexy man with a sense of humour and an appreciative glint in his eyes. A man who was kind and generous and awakened all sorts of unfamiliar desires.
Just as well she’d peeked into his wallet to check his surname. At the time shame had pushed her to spy because in her alcoholic haze she’d forgotten his last name. She’d been determined to know the full name of the man she’d given her virginity to.
Her crooked smile became a rictus grin, her cheeks aching at the pull of taut flesh.
At least she had a name to put on the birth certificate!