Taste of Love - By Stephanie Nicole Page 0,19

we'll see you back soon." Madison was talking to customers at one of the tables, and didn't realize Cameron had walked up behind her until she felt a hand on her elbow. She jumped and turned around, only to look into the eyes of the one person who had been causing her so much grief lately.

"Excuse us, please," he said politely to the table she had been talking to. The four people at the table smiled, instantly recognizing him.

"Can I talk to you in your office for a minute?" he asked, his voice hushed.

Madison flashed him a big, fake smile, so as not to look rude in front of her customers. "Of course," she told him and led the way. Once they were behind closed doors, however, the smile instantly disappeared and was replaced by a murderous glare.

"Are you here to offer me money to buy off any parental ties?" she spat at him.

Cameron rubbed his forehead. "It was wrong of me to offer you money, but in my history that's all the women have wanted," he told her, and watched as she sat behind her desk. She looked much paler than the last time he saw her, and the dark circles under her eyes were unmistakable. He was sure he had a matching pair under his own.

"I need to know if this child is mine," he said. "I'd love to just take your word for it, but unfortunately, I need to hear it from a doctor."

"So we'll get a paternity test done. I asked my doctor about it, and she said there's a new procedure that can be done at any time with no risk. You will just need to provide your DNA," she told him without any emotion. She felt drained by the whole subject.

"I want to do it soon. I need to know," he told her, wanting all the questions in his mind put to rest.

"Fine, meet me at my doctor's office tomorrow morning. We'll have them do the test, and the results will be in next week," she told him.

"They can't get them any sooner than that?" he asked, frustrated.

She sighed and shook her head. She didn't have the energy to fight with him.

"Fine, I'll be by your apartment tomorrow morning at 9:30, and we'll go to the doctor together," he told her and turned to leave.

"That's not necessary," she started, but was cut off by the slamming of her office door.

Cameron took Jenny back to her apartment after they left the restaurant. She was all over him, but he just wasn't into it. When the car stopped, she opened the door and pulled on his hand, trying to get him out of the car.

"Aren't you coming up?" she asked when she couldn't get him to budge.

"Not tonight. I have an early morning tomorrow," he said. "Maybe another time."

"Are you sure?" she asked, running her finger down her chest, trying to look seductive.

"I'm sure. Maybe I'll give you a call sometime," he told her, then shut the door. A one night stand wasn't something that he needed at this point. Maybe once he got the mess with Madison straightened out he'd be willing, but for now, it just felt wrong.

Madison paced her apartment the next morning. She looked at the clock; he would be here in fifteen minutes. She didn't know why she was nervous, because she knew for certain that Cameron was the father, but for some reason she couldn't calm down. When the buzzer echoed through her apartment, she jumped. Over the intercom, she told Cameron that she would be right out.

Taking one last look in the mirror, she smoothed back her hair and made sure she didn't have lipstick on her teeth. After one last, deep breath, she grabbed her purse and left the comfort of her apartment.

Cameron was waiting in the lobby for her, looking casually sexy in his faded jeans and layered t-shirts, short sleeve over long. She had to admit that in her sleepless nights, she thought about what her child would look like and she hoped it looked like him. He was undeniably attractive. It was just his personality that left something to be desired.

"Good morning. Are you ready for this?" he asked her, taking in her appearance. She wore a pair of jeans and a black Ralph Lauren sweater with a button up, collared white shirt underneath. If they had started out under different circumstances, he might have been interested in her.

"Ready as I'll ever be." She slid