I'm to write his father's autobiography, right? That seems easy enough. As long as I'm able to ignore the poignant chemistry, incessant throbbing between my legs and his father's obvious attempts at match-making, I should be fine, right? And it should be easy to ignore the way his promises of tying me up and spanking me make me wet... right? DEAD WRONG!! Especially when he looks me dead in the eyes one day and asks me to carry his child. Of course, I say no. But it's for his Nana and I have nothing to lose... right?

“Why, Lo?” he asked, trying to catch her eyes which she had firmly planted on the napkin she was still fiddling with. “Why what?” she knew exactly what he was asking but she definitely didn’t want to answer him. “Why did you run away? Why do you run away every time?” he asked, sounding stressed, “am I reading you wrong? Is it that you don’t like me?” “Of course not,” she snapped. “Then what’s the answer?” he pressed, “what happened to you that makes you so afraid?” A look of deep pain entered her eyes. He could see it even if she wasn’t looking at him. Her mouth was turned down in a frown and she had little stress marks beside her lips. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she finally replied. He sighed, “I really like you, Lo. In fact, I’m falling in love with you. And I know you like me to. We both know it.”