Seducing the Attorney (At First Sight Book 5) Read Free Page B

programming the coffeemaker she assembled two sandwiches with slices of chicken and Swiss cheese and placed them in the skillet. Once she flipped the pair she heated the soup, filled bowls with coffee, slid the sandwiches onto the plate and filled the bowls.
    Tony carried his food to the dining room table and returned for hers. Lauren pulled the highchair to the end of the table and slid her plate to the side.
    Tony wished she had taken the seat beside him the way he’d planned. A woman like her would respond to touch and he could convince her to spend the weekend in his arms. With this thought he slipped off a loafer and stretched until his foot caressed her leg.
    She edged her chair back and attacked her food like a starving prisoner of war at a banquet.
    “Be careful. You might choke.”
    “You,” she snapped.
    “Not my idea of fun. I’m not into choking games.”
    “Neither am I. I wish you would take your innuendos and head to the city.”
    “Not without the child.”
    “His name is Jamie or James if you’re being formal.”
    He could almost see sparks shooting from her hazel eyes. He looked forward to more intimate encounters. “I hear you.”
    She gathered her dishes and carried them to the kitchen. She returned for his. The clock chimed six times. She wiped the baby’s face and hands. After popping a video into the player she sat on the couch with the baby on her lap.
    Nothing he wanted to watch. Children sang and danced to silly songs. Tony went to the car for his bags.
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Tony carried his bag upstairs. He sat on the bed and uncovered one of the pillows. He sniffed. She had slept here. His suspicions kicked in. He uncovered the other pillow and smelled laundry detergent and fabric softener.
    All right. He had been partially wrong. Weekends must be her date nights. He hung his clothes in the walk-in closet before returning to the first floor.
    When the clock struck seven Lauren lifted the baby, a stack of books, her laptop and a bottle. She carried them to the stairs.
    “Where are you going?” Tony asked.
    “It’s time for Jamie’s bath.”
    The baby chortled. “Ba. Ba.”
    “So early.”
    “Between seven thirty and eight is his bedtime.”
    Tony smiled. He knew about tomorrow’s date but she didn’t know he’d cancelled.
    As she walked upstairs he wondered when she would return. He turned on the TV and surfed the channels. Eight o’clock arrived. When she didn’t come downstairs his brow furrowed. What had gone wrong? The chance to confront her was passing. He wasn’t sure what to do.
    At nine he heard the shower upstairs. Was she standing beneath the spray? He envisioned her naked body. She ran a soapy cloth over breasts he felt would fit perfectly into his hands. The cloth moved over her belly into the place where his throbbing erection wanted entrance.
    Tony stood and started to the stairs. He could join her and claim what he wanted. The water stopped. He remained at the foot of the stairs. A door closed with a click. He retreated and slumped on the couch.
    When the clock chimed twelve times he snapped off the TV and walked upstairs. Where was she sleeping? He peered into the master bedroom. Not there. Carefully he cracked the nursery door. In the dim glow from a night light he saw her wrapped in a blanket on an inflatable mattress in front of the crib. For an instant guilt stung like a horsefly. Her choice. She could be in bed with him and she wouldn’t be asleep. He entered the master bedroom, stripped and slid beneath the covers.
    Baby’s crying woke him. What the hell. He jumped to his feet and looked around the moonlight revealed room. He was at his brother’s. Jim and Carrie had been interred this morning. Was something wrong with the child? He padded across the hall and opened the nursery door.
    Lauren cradled the infant in her arms. She paced about the room. Tony gulped a breath. Her sleep shirt skimmed the top of her thighs allowing him glimpses of