Page 38 of Pregnant by the Texan
She felt like telling Cecilia that she was not buying the dresses to please Aaron, but she wondered if she would be fooling herself in saying that. She finally nodded and agreed to take it, because she had to agree that she looked nice in it.
Not until the business suits was she comfortable in the clothes she tried on. The tailored dark blue and black suits were plain and her type of clothing. Until she tried on blouses to go with them. Once again, it was low necklines, soft, clinging material—so different from her usual button-down collars and cotton shirts.
Finally she was finished and had all her purchases bagged and boxed. She was shocked to look at her watch and see that it was almost four.
Sid came in to pick her purchases up and load them into the limo as Stella thanked Cecelia and the two other women who worked in the shop. Finally she climbed into the limo to return to Aaron’s to get ready for dinner with the oil and gas executives who were potential donors.
When she arrived, Aaron was waiting on the drive. After she stepped out of the limo, Aaron and Sid carried her purchases into the house.
When Sid left them, Aaron closed the back door and turned to take her into his arms. “We’re supposed to meet the people we’re having dinner with in less than two hours. These are the oil and gas executives I told you about.”
“Thanks, for setting this up, Aaron.”
“I’m glad to, and Cole has made some appointments with potential donors, as well. How was your mother?”
“Busy with her own life.”
“Have you told her about your pregnancy?”
“No. She was very unhappy to learn she was going to be a grandmother when my sister had her first baby. I think Mom thought it aged her to suddenly become a grandmother. She’s not close to her grandchildren and doesn’t really like children in general. My mother is in her own world. To her, my news will not be good news.”
“Thank heavens you don’t take after her. She’s missing out on one of the best parts of life,” he said, surprising her that a single guy would express it that way.
“It’ll take over half an hour to drive to the restaurant,” he continued after a pause. “We better start getting ready. I need to shower and shave.”
“In other words, I need to start getting ready now,” she said, “because I want to shower.”
“We can shower together.”
“If we don’t leave the house tonight,” she said.
He smiled. “We can’t afford to stand these people up so we’ll get ready and shower separately. Maybe tomorrow we can be together. Cecelia said she thinks I’ll like what you bought.”
“I don’t know myself when I look in the mirror. In those dresses the reflection doesn’t look like me, but hopefully, we’ll achieve the effect you expect. If not, you wasted a lot of money.”
“I think it’ll be worth every penny.”
“So you better run along and let me get ready.”
He nodded, his eyes focused intently on her as he looked at her mouth. She stepped away. “Bye, Aaron. See you shortly.”
“Come here,” he said, taking her hand and leading her out to the central hall. “See that first open door on the left? When you’re ready, meet me there. I’ll wait for you in the library.”
“The library. Fine,” she said.
“See you soon,” he said, brushing a light kiss on her lips and leaving her. She went back to shower and dress in the tailored black suit she had bought earlier with an old blouse that had a high collar—an outfit that she could relax in and be comfortable.
When she was ready, she went to the library to meet Aaron, who was already there waiting. Dressed in a brown suit and dark brown tie, he looked as handsome as he always did. His gaze raked over her and he smiled.
“You look pretty,” he said, crossing the room to her. “We have to go, but I know what I’d prefer doing.”
“I definitely feel the same, but you’re right about having to go.”
“Before we do, there’s something I want you to have,” he said, turning to walk to a chair and pick up a gift that she hadn’t noticed before. Wrapped in silver paper, it had a blue silk ribbon tied around it and a big silk bow on top. “This is for you.”
Surprised, she looked up at him. “It’s not my birthday,” she said quietly, startled he was giving her a present.
“You’re carrying my baby. That’s very special and I want to give you something that you’ll always have to celebrate the occasion.”
