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not some gold digging bitch.”

 
    The past-tense liked cut me deeper than she knew. I liked her too, but that
feeling wasn’t fading. Just being this close to her was enough to make me want
to bend her over my desk.

 
      “The money isn’t for sex. It’s to provide
you a stable life for our child, no matter what happens. You can’t do that with
student loans hanging over you,” I replied. “If this doesn’t work out, I still
have a responsibility to you…”

 
    “If this doesn’t work out you won’t
have a fortune to give,” Gigi said, laughing.

 
    “And I walk away penniless, but you still walk away debt free. I might not
have access to the bulk of my future fortune, but I have a calendar year
allotment from my trust that will easily cover your student debt.”

 
    “You never even called me Dorian. I
liked you and you didn’t even call! The tabloids say you’re dating three
different supermodels and two of them are carrying your baby. Now you’re asking
me to marry you just so you can get your inheritance?” she hissed through her
teeth. “Seriously?!”

 
    “The tabloids also say Elvis is
alive and living in Ohio. Do you believe everything you hear? I’ve been trapped
in this damn office since the funeral. I haven’t been seeing anyone. I’m sorry I didn’t call, but I’m not the only one
who didn’t pick up the phone,” I replied, spinning away in my chair and staring
out the window at the streets below.

 
    “I’m sorry Dorian… It’s just… I was
busy.”

 
    “It’s ok. I should have called. I’m
not used to being traditional ,” I
said, turning back to face her.

 
    “This isn’t how I pictured this sort
of thing happening,” Gigi said, hesitating.

 
    “I can fix that. You want this done
the old fashioned way, I can do it the old fashioned way. Gigi Deveraux,” I
said, grinning from ear to ear and letting my voice fall once more, this time
to a husky whisper. She stared at me as I dropped down out of my chair and took
a knee. “Will you do me the tremendous honor of being my wife?”

 
    I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d
broken her as she stared, her mouth open and pretty eyes bulging out of her
skull. Eventually her look turned into something less pleasant—a downward turn
of the mouth that reminded me a little of one of the mean old teachers at my
boarding school.

 
      “This isn’t funny,” she said, shying away
from me.

 
    “I’m not trying to be funny. You’re
perfect. I have no expectations and no preconceptions. Besides, you’re a
Harvard graduate with a law degree. You can easily handle the legal aspect of
this… Transition period.”

 
    “You make it sound so simple. I
don’t even know you!” Gigi said, still
whispering, though I could tell her discretion would only last so long. “You
can’t just get married to someone out of nowhere. I don’t even know what flavor
of ice cream you like,” she said, trying to shrug off the whole conversation.

 
    “It’s mint chocolate chip, and I
never said that either of us needed to spend the rest of our lives with the
other. We just have to get married and have a baby. Whatever else happens,
happens…”

 
    “God help me,” Gigi said, looking
down at her beautifully delicate hands. I enjoyed toying with her like this.

 
    “We have a baby, and if we can’t
make this work we barely have to speak to one another after that, save for
birthday parties and recitals. No hearts get broken. We can share custody. I
won’t fight you on anything. You’ll have my word and any legally binding
documents you’d like to prove it.”

 
    Gigi was silent, her head in her
hands. I could understand her disbelief.

 
    “Plus,” I added, “no one would blame
me for choosing you to marry. My family will lose their minds over it, which I
see as an added little bonus… And our children would be absolutely gorgeous.”

 
    Gigi’s eyes blinked hard.
“Children?”