CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 39
posted by Cat @ 6:16 PM
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
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CHAPTER 39
Niki moved quickly to the far side of the bed—keeping as far away from Michael as possible. He was acting strangely—making her nervous.
He unbuttoned the first button on his shirt, revealing a tanned chest covered in a light cluster of auburn hair.
“What are you doing?” She had instinctively pulled the covers up under her chin. Surely, he wasn’t going to take off his clothes.
“I would think it should be obvious what I’m doing.”
“You can’t take off your clothes?”
His eyebrows lifted. “Why not?”
She fumbled for the right word. “It’s indecent.”
He threw the shirt across the end of the bed and unzipped his pants. “We’re married, remember?”
“Yes, but…” Her voice trailed off as he dropped his pants to his ankle.
“There’s no reason I shouldn’t sleep comfortable.”
She squeezed her eyes shut—then, re-opened them. “How do I know you won’t try something?”
He eased into her spot so that they lay facing each other across the expanse of the bed. “How do I know you won’t? You’re the one who wants to have a child.”
His response took her by surprise. What was he playing at? “Well I don’t want to have one right now.”
“How do I know that?”
She gave an exasperated groan and smashed her fist into the pillow, wishing it were pounding something else. “And anyway, I don’t want to have one like that.”
“Like what?”
“You know like what.”
His face broke into a grin. “Ah, you must be referring to hot, sweaty sex—the dirty deed—fornication.”
“I would expect you to make it sound as disgusting as possible.”
He propped his head up on his elbow. “You really are a virgin. Why haven’t you ever had sex? It wasn’t because you aren’t attractive.”
Blood rushed to her face. “I don’t see that’s any of your affair. This is a business arrangement and that’s all.”
He trailed his leg to her side of the bed. “Is that so?”
The intimate gesture scared and thrilled her at the same time. “Stay away from me.”
“Or what? What will you do about it? What about my conjugal privileges? It’s the law, you know. You can’t really deny me my rights.”
“We had an agreement.” The argument sounded weak, even to her.
“No, we didn’t.”
“But the paperwork. Everyone agreed. It was notarized.” Now, she was sounding desperate.
“I’ll tell you what. We’ll try it, and if you don’t like it… No, we’ll do even better than that. If you don’t absolutely love it, then we won’t do it again.”
She bolted straight up. “No. We won’t try it. I won’t be another of your conquests—another notch in your belt. I don’t want to end up like Cassandra—covered in bruises and welts. I’ve seen what you do for fun. You’re sick, and I find you disgusting.”
His face had drained of color, and she could see she’d pushed him too far.
“I think a little of what Cassandra got would do you a world of good. Seems to me it’s just what you need.”
Her heart beat rapidly against her chest. What had she done? She hadn’t married a man. She’d married a monster.
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