A Ring for Vincenzo's Heir(5)

 

Standing in the shabby room of the rectory, surrounded by chintzy  overstuffed furniture, Vin looked at Scarlett, so vivid with her pale  skin and red hair.

The dark sweeping lashes over her green eyes, the color of every spring  and summer of his Italian childhood, seemed to tremble. When he'd first  seen her in that bar nearly eight months ago, right before Valentine's  Day, coughing over her first taste of vodka, it had been like a burst of  sun after a long cold night, a sunrise as bright and red as her hair,  filling him with warmth-and fire.

His mind moved rapidly. She had no fortune, but perhaps that was an  advantage. No father-in-law to scream in his ear. No family to become a  burden. She had nothing to offer him but their baby. And her sexy body.  And the best lovemaking of his life.

He shivered just remembering that night...

It was, he reflected, not the worst way to begin a marriage. He could  make of her what he wanted. She could be the perfect wife, made to his  order. She had no money. She was grateful to him for saving her from  that imbecile Falkner. He already had complete control.

Now she just had to realize that, as well.

"You want to marry me?" Scarlett repeated, staring at him in shock. "Seriously?"

"Yes." He waited for her to be suitably thrilled. Instead, she burst into laughter.

"Are you crazy? I'm not marrying you!"

"If the baby is mine, it is our only reasonable course of action," he said stiffly.

As if he'd told her the best joke in the world, she shook her head  merrily. "You really don't want to lose your wedding deposit, do you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Am I expected to just put on your last bride's wedding gown, and you'll  let the guests know there's been a slight change in the lineup? You'll  just change the color of the bride's hair on the cake topper from blond  to red, and proceed as planned?"

"You think I'd marry you to avoid losing a little money?" he said incredulously.

"No?" She tilted her head, on a roll now, clearly enjoying herself.  "Then what is it? Is marriage just on your schedule, and you need to  check it off your to-do list before you pick up your dry cleaning and  pay your electric bill?"

"Scarlett, I get the feeling you're not taking this seriously."

"I'm not!" she exploded. "Why on earth would I marry you? I barely know you!"

Vin felt irritated at her irrational response, but he reminded himself  that she was pregnant, and therefore to be treated gently. "You've had a  trying day," he said in the most soothing voice he could muster. "We  should go to my doctor."

"Why?"

"Just to check you're doing fine. And we'll get the paternity test."

"You can't just take my word the baby's yours?"

"You could obviously be lying."

For some reason, she seemed upset by this. She glared at him. "I'm not  doing some stupid paternity test, not if it causes risk to the baby-"

"The doctor just draws a little blood from your arm and mine. There's no risk to the baby whatsoever."

"How do you know that?"

Vin didn't care to explain the sordid story of the one-night stand who  last February had tried to claim her baby was his, even though he'd used  a condom and she'd claimed to be on the pill. It had turned out the DNA  test was unnecessary as she wasn't pregnant at all. She'd just hoped he  would marry her and she'd get quickly pregnant-and he'd be too stupid  to do the math. That experience had left him cold.

It was ironic that after confronting that one-night stand over her lies,  he'd stopped for a drink in a new bar-and, meeting Scarlett, they'd  ended up conceiving a child.

Looking at Scarlett now, he felt his body tighten. She had no right to  look so lovely, her riotous red curls tumbling over her shoulders, her  eyes so wistful and luminous, her lips so naturally full and pink. Her  breasts strained the modest neckline of the simple black dress, and her  large baby bump made her even more voluptuous, more sexy.

Pregnant. With his baby.

If it was true, he would devote his life to giving this baby a very  different childhood than he'd had. His child would always be safe, and  loved. Unlike Vin, his child would always know who his father was.

If her child was even his, he reminded himself. She could be lying. He needed proof. He held out his hand. "Let's go."

With visible reluctance, she put her hand in his. "If I go with you to  the doctor, and you get proof you're the father, then what?"   





 

"I'll have my lawyers draw up a prenuptial agreement."

"A pre-nup?" Her voice sounded surprised. "Why?"

He gave a grim smile. "I can hardly marry you without control."

"Control of what?"

"Everything," he said honestly.

He led her through the now empty cathedral, with only rapidly wilting  wedding flowers and a few despondent janitors sweeping up. Her voice  trembled as she asked, "What specifically would be in the pre-nup?"

"Standard things." He shrugged. "Giving me final say on schooling and  religion and where we will live. Things like that. I am based in New  York but have homes all over. I am often required to travel while  running SkyWorld Airways, sometimes for months at a time. I would not  want to be away from my children."

"Children? I'm not carrying twins."

"Obviously, our child will need siblings." She made a sound like a  squeak, but he ignored her, continuing, "I expect you to travel with me  whenever and wherever I wish."

Her forehead furrowed. "But how would I hold down a job?"

"Money will no longer be an issue. As my wife, your only requirement  will be to support me. You will be in society. You will learn to  properly entertain powerful people to promote my company's best  interests. You may need comportment lessons."

"What?"

"And, of course," he added casually, "in the event we ever divorce, the  pre-nup will simplify that process. It will clearly spell out what  happens if you cheat on me, or either of us decides to separate. You'll  know what amount of money you'll be entitled to based on years-"

"Of service?"

He smiled blandly. "Of marriage, I was going to say. Naturally, I would automatically gain full custody of our children."

"What?!"

"Don't worry. You would still be allowed to visit them."

"Big of you," she murmured. As they walked down the cathedral steps to  his waiting car, his bodyguards waiting beside the large SUV behind it,  Scarlett abruptly stopped.

"Before we go to your doctor and have the paternity test, could you do  me a favor?" She smiled prettily, showing a dimple in her left cheek,  then waved helplessly at her bare feet on the sidewalk. "Could we stop  at a shoe store?"

Like Cinderella, Vin thought. He was surprised how well she was taking  everything. The way she was looking at him so helplessly, so prettily.  She would be easy to mold and shape into the perfect wife.

"Of course," he said almost tenderly. "I'm sorry. I should have thought  of that before." Picking her up in his arms, he carried her. In spite of  being heavily pregnant, she seemed to weigh nothing at all. He gently  set her into the waiting car, still bedecked with flowers.

The driver's eyes were popping out of his head to see Vin had left the  church carrying a redhead, when he'd gone in to marry a blonde. But he  wisely said nothing and just started the car.

Vin climbed into the backseat beside her. "Any preference about the shoe store?"

He expected her to name a designer store, the sorts of luxury brands  that Anne had constantly yammered about, but here again Scarlett  surprised him.

"Any shoes good to run in," she said demurely, her black eyelashes fluttering against her pale cheeks.

"You heard her," he told his driver.

Ten minutes later, Scarlett was trying on running shoes at an enormous  athletic store on Fifty-Seventh Street. She chose her favorite pair of  running shoes, along with a pair of socks, exclaiming at Vin's  generosity all the while.

"Thank you," she whispered, suddenly giving him a hug. For a moment, he  closed his eyes. He could smell the peppermint of her breath and  breathed in the cherry blossom scent of her hair. Then she abruptly  pulled back. Staring up at him wide-eyed, she bit her lip. Vin could  imagine the sensual caress of those full, plump lips.

Then she smiled, and her eyes crinkled. "I'll wear the shoes starting now. Excuse me."

Vin watched her walk toward the ladies' restroom, past the displays of  expensive athletic shoes and equipment. His eyes lingered appreciatively  over the curve of her backside, the sway of her hips. Scarlett made  even a plain black funeral dress look good.

What a wife she would make. And as for the honeymoon...he shuddered.

Determined to hurry them into the car, he turned toward the cashier.  Normally his assistant would have dealt with such mundane details, but  he'd left Ernest at the cathedral to handle the logistical problems of  the ruined wedding-returning mailed gifts, organizing early rides to the  airport for disgruntled guests, donating the expensively catered  reception dinner to a local homeless shelter. So Vin himself went to pay  for the shoes.