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scientific for my son.'
She was stumped to answer that. `Oh,' she murmured feebly.
`You're numerate; you'd have to be in your job,' he commented. `Should we marry, I'd leave you to contact me when you've calculated your fertile period. The time when you are most likely to conceive,' he endorsed, and turned to leave.
Elexa was still trying to credit that she had actually had this conversation, when Noah Peverelle paused and then turned back to face her. When he stood, just surveying her for a moment or two, she somehow knew she wasn't going to like what was coming, whatever it was.
She was right-he hadn't yet done with matters intimate, it seemed. `Your mother seems to believe that you're a touchun worldly, so I hope you'll forgive me for being a shade indelicate,' he began. `But if you and I are to indulge in unprotected- involvement, I think it's necessary for me to know-have you had many partners?' Heavensabove ! `N-no,' she stammered. ` Er-nothing you need be concerned over.' She was dying a death here. But, in anen( leavour that he shouldn't know it, `How about you?' she asked the tall virile-looking man.
`I've had my moments, naturally,' he answered, not a blush about him. `But you'd be safe with me. I can promise you that.'
`Good,' she said, finding the wool of his sweater of much interest. `Then neither of us has anything to worry about.'
`If there's nothing else?' he enquired, already turning to leave.
She went with him to the door. `Goodbye,' she bade him, and returned to her sitting-room to collapse into a chair. Worry about?Nothing to worry about?
In the following few days, in between working hard and daily telephone conversations with her mother, Elexa did nothing but worry. She spent sleepless nights worrying. Was she really contemplating marrying Noah Peverelle? Had she, in fact, actually made that initial approach to him that had started this whole thing off? Did she want to go through with it? Did she want to make that phone call on Thursday? Her mother's telephone calls said she did. For while it was a tremendous relief that her dear parent had stepped off the `now-here's-a-niceman-I-want- you-to-meet' trail, her telephone calls were just as regular, only now they were full of Noah Peverelle and how Aunt Celia and Aunt Helen were just dying to meet him. So that Elexa now realised she had changed one pressure for another. Though it had to be said, she qualified, the pressure of her mother's relentless phone calls when Noah Peverelle was her theme was a vast improvement from the relentless onslaught she'd had to endure with regard to the `nice' marriage-material males her mother seemed to have an endless supply of.
Elexa made a point of leaving work earlier than was usual on Thursday. She had done nothing but think since Noah had gone from her flat on Sunday. But with every moment getting closer to the time when she should ring him-if she was going to-she knew that she had to think that little bit harder.
She made herself a pot of tea as soon as she arrived home, and sat down to concentrate hard on what it was she wanted. The tea went cold as she tried to think logically, unemotionally, and took everything apart.
What did she want? She wanted her career. She had a super job, worked with super people, and knew she was tipped to be a high-flyer in the large concern she worked for. Her job involved planning; she was good at planning. She didn't think she was particularly maternal, hut, bearing in mind how squashy she'd felt inside when nursing her cousin's baby, it seemed logical if she could plan her career for those plans to include a baby-that way she would not wake up one morning with a sudden urge to have a child only to find that her biological clock was sticking its tongue out.
In truth there was no one she fancied to be the father of her child, but with Noah Peverelle she had the guarantee that he did not want any kind of emotional involvement. Once the deed was done, it would be a
She was stumped to answer that. `Oh,' she murmured feebly.
`You're numerate; you'd have to be in your job,' he commented. `Should we marry, I'd leave you to contact me when you've calculated your fertile period. The time when you are most likely to conceive,' he endorsed, and turned to leave.
Elexa was still trying to credit that she had actually had this conversation, when Noah Peverelle paused and then turned back to face her. When he stood, just surveying her for a moment or two, she somehow knew she wasn't going to like what was coming, whatever it was.
She was right-he hadn't yet done with matters intimate, it seemed. `Your mother seems to believe that you're a touchun worldly, so I hope you'll forgive me for being a shade indelicate,' he began. `But if you and I are to indulge in unprotected- involvement, I think it's necessary for me to know-have you had many partners?' Heavensabove ! `N-no,' she stammered. ` Er-nothing you need be concerned over.' She was dying a death here. But, in anen( leavour that he shouldn't know it, `How about you?' she asked the tall virile-looking man.
`I've had my moments, naturally,' he answered, not a blush about him. `But you'd be safe with me. I can promise you that.'
`Good,' she said, finding the wool of his sweater of much interest. `Then neither of us has anything to worry about.'
`If there's nothing else?' he enquired, already turning to leave.
She went with him to the door. `Goodbye,' she bade him, and returned to her sitting-room to collapse into a chair. Worry about?Nothing to worry about?
In the following few days, in between working hard and daily telephone conversations with her mother, Elexa did nothing but worry. She spent sleepless nights worrying. Was she really contemplating marrying Noah Peverelle? Had she, in fact, actually made that initial approach to him that had started this whole thing off? Did she want to go through with it? Did she want to make that phone call on Thursday? Her mother's telephone calls said she did. For while it was a tremendous relief that her dear parent had stepped off the `now-here's-a-niceman-I-want- you-to-meet' trail, her telephone calls were just as regular, only now they were full of Noah Peverelle and how Aunt Celia and Aunt Helen were just dying to meet him. So that Elexa now realised she had changed one pressure for another. Though it had to be said, she qualified, the pressure of her mother's relentless phone calls when Noah Peverelle was her theme was a vast improvement from the relentless onslaught she'd had to endure with regard to the `nice' marriage-material males her mother seemed to have an endless supply of.
Elexa made a point of leaving work earlier than was usual on Thursday. She had done nothing but think since Noah had gone from her flat on Sunday. But with every moment getting closer to the time when she should ring him-if she was going to-she knew that she had to think that little bit harder.
She made herself a pot of tea as soon as she arrived home, and sat down to concentrate hard on what it was she wanted. The tea went cold as she tried to think logically, unemotionally, and took everything apart.
What did she want? She wanted her career. She had a super job, worked with super people, and knew she was tipped to be a high-flyer in the large concern she worked for. Her job involved planning; she was good at planning. She didn't think she was particularly maternal, hut, bearing in mind how squashy she'd felt inside when nursing her cousin's baby, it seemed logical if she could plan her career for those plans to include a baby-that way she would not wake up one morning with a sudden urge to have a child only to find that her biological clock was sticking its tongue out.
In truth there was no one she fancied to be the father of her child, but with Noah Peverelle she had the guarantee that he did not want any kind of emotional involvement. Once the deed was done, it would be a
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