"Things got a little out of hand there. I don't like that I said something so cruel." She gave me a sheepish smile. "You seemed to bring out the worst in me."
I could see she was trying to lighten the mood, but I wasn't there yet. Even so, I knew her statement was a reaction to mine and for that I owed her an apology too.
"I'm sorry I made the comment about my dick. That crossed the line. But everything else I said and I'm sure everything else you said was the truth, and right now I just need some time alone."
She crossed her arms and tilted her head as she looked at me. "Are you thinking about locking me away?"
I shook my head. "No. The thought occurred to me, but I know I can't do that."
She crossed her arms and walked closer to me. "So you're just going to have to trust me that I am going to live my life in a way that will be good for the baby, right?"
"I don't have much choice, do I?"
She looked up at me. "Actually, you do have a choice. You can trust that I am going to do the right thing by this child. I mean, come on Bran. Do you really think that I want to go out and be with other men while pregnant with somebody else's baby? First of all, who’d want me?"
"I would." I hated myself for letting that out. I turned and went to the French doors, opening them and stepping out onto my balcony.
She came and stood by the railing with me. "The point is Bran, I'm not going to be dating anyone. I'm not interested in being with anyone else."
I turned to look at her wondering about the use of the word “else.” She didn't want to see anyone else. Did that mean she wanted to see me?
I shook my head, turning my gaze back out to the view. I’d just insulted her. And even before that she thought I was an overbearing asshole. She wasn't interested in me.
"You know, the way you reacted, it almost sounded like you were jealous."
I could tell she was fishing. Maybe I should tell her the truth. On the other hand, Anne clearly had no attachment to me. She was probably just looking for more vulnerabilities to attack.
"What if I was?"
She shrugged. "I suppose I wouldn't like it very much if you were fucking other women while I was carrying your child."
"Would it be too much for me to ask that until this child comes we refrain from fucking or dating anyone else?"
She nodded. "I can agree to the not dating part."
"But not the fucking part?” I gaped at her.
Her hands gripped the rail she leaned back slightly. "You know all those pregnancy books you've left in my room. Believe it or not, I've been reading them."
I had wondered if she looked at them because I knew she thought I was being overbearing by having them there.
"The books say that at a certain part of the pregnancy, I'm going to feel really horny."
I was still suffering from the aftereffects of being so angry, but my dick perked up at her statement.
“I’ve been thinking about buying a vibrator but —"
I reached out and took her arms, turning her toward me. "Are you saying you need someone to fuck you when you're feeling horny?"
She gave me a coy smile. "Yes, although if you don't want to do it. I could always buy —"
My lips crash down on hers. All the anger dissipated, the energy turning into passion. I swept her up, carrying her to my bed.
“Does that horniness start now?”
“I am feeling horny, but I don’t think it’s from the pregnancy.” She ran a finger along my collar bone. “Sometimes you’re too damn sexy for your own good.”
“My own good?” I asked, feeling elated that she thought I was sexy.