Free Teddy Bear Heir by Elda Minger Page A

her.
    And nothing happened.
    Puzzled, he looked at her upturned face. Her eyes were closed, her lips moist. When she opened those blue eyes, they weren't hazy with passion.
    They were miserable.
    He wasn't going to accept defeat.
    Careful not to frighten her, he kissed her again and tried to remember the feeling of her sliding on top of him, that electric sensation when their lips had first met.
    Nothing.
    Her lips were trembling, her hands were cold. He felt like hugging her, comforting her, but not having a wild, sexual, no-holds-barred night with her.
    "Nancy?"
    She looked up at him, her expression one of abject misery.
    He sighed. It was impossible. It was incredible. She'd been telling him the truth all along and he'd been far too insensitive and caught up in his own thoughts to believe her.
    "Nancy," he said softly. "I'm not going to be angry with you and this time I might even actually listen." He moved away from her, opened the bottle of expensive champagne he'd had chilling by the bed. "Why don't you tell me exactly what happened that night?"
    Slowly, haltingly, she told him her story. After his first glass of champagne, Cameron was vaguely amused. By his second, he was furious. But he was nothing but supportive with Nancy, even when he escorted her back to her bedroom and told her they would talk more in the morning.
    He assured her none of this was her fault and that life would continue along much the same lines it had before this little revelation. Except that she would no longer be expected to have sexual relations with him for the time being. At least until they got this mystery sorted out.
    Back in the privacy of his master bedroom, Cameron poured himself one last glass of champagne and stood on the balcony that overlooked the sparkling lights of the city.
    He took a sip and set the delicate stemmed glass down on a small table.
    "If I didn't sleep with Nancy," he said to no one in particular, addressing the night and the stars above, even the full moon riding high in the sky, "then who the hell did   I sleep with?"
     
    * * *
     
    The full moon shone down on the little Victorian house in quite a different part of the city. In her bedroom, Michaela slept blissfully, the sleep of the truly exhausted.
    And had no idea her world was about to be totally turned upside down.

CHAPTER FIVE
    The entire office was in an uproar when Michaela arrived with the latest contract.
    "What's going on?" she asked Mrs. Monahan, whose body language gave the expression "running around like a chicken with its head cut off" a whole new meaning.
    "It's chief," she whispered. "I've never seen him like this."
    Michaela indicated the thick sheaf of legal papers in her hand. "Should I talk to Julian about this particular contract? Kind of bypass Cameron for today?"
    Mrs. Monahan rolled her eyes, looking for all the world like one of those horses racing out of a burning barn on a late night Western.
    "That might be wise."
     
    * * *
     
    Cameron was in his office, deep in thought.
    Somehow, some way, he had to reach this mystery woman. He'd spent the past few weeks since his disastrous night with Nancy thinking of exactly how he was going to accomplish this.
    It was a peculiar thing, what incredible, incendiary sex did to a man. Now the thought of having a child was the furthest thing from his mind. The thought of continuing to oversee the empire known as Teddy's Toys held very little appeal, as well.
    The thought of finding this woman, tracking her down, and spending a few weeks in bed with her was uppermost in his mind.
    But where to begin?
    This was the age of information, and the internet was still the most powerful medium known to mankind. The first campaign had worked and brought women into his life in droves. He'd have to create another one and ensure that it did the job.
    It would have to be subtle, a masterpiece of production. He couldn't just go online and demand to know who'd been sleeping in his bed. Half the female population of