Driving to You (H1.5) by Marquita Valentine

Author:Marquita Valentine
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
Publisher: Marquita Valentine
Published: 2013-03-10T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“I didn’t trick you into having sex, April.” Finn rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. “Why won’t you listen to reason?” They had been arguing for twenty minutes now and he was no closer to changing her opinion of him. Hell, he hadn’t even had a chance to try to change her mind.

She picked up a decorative pillow from the floor and placed it on the bed. “You used my raging pregnancy hormones against me, with your tight shirt and abs…and other things.” She tied the sash on her robe tighter and flicked her eyes over him.

He stood there, straight from her shower, wearing nothing but a towel. Grinning, he said, “Those raging pregnancy hormones bothering you, babe? I could help you out again.”

“You need serious psychological help.” She stomped to her closet.

He followed her, then leaned against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. “In all seriousness, we need to talk. I’ll go first.” Her jaw turned mutinous and he uncrossed one arm to hold up a finger. “Wouldn’t you rather us be on good terms, for the sake of our baby.”

That mutinous jaw softened and she nodded. “Go on.”

“I was hired by your father, to watch over and keep tabs on you. However, it wasn’t my plan to sleep with you.”

“So, it was my fault, then?”

He straightened and took a step closer. “No. It was mine. I never get involved with clients or with anyone in their family.”

Raising a hand in the air, she waved a finger around. “Yay for being special.”

“Look, I wanted to tell you, but I was confident that you’d leave if I did…and I couldn’t risk that, at the time anyway.”

“Because it would have been extra hard to keep tabs on me once I got your tail fired? Bless your heart, Finn.”

Closing his eyes, he counted to fifty and prayed for patience. He deserved this. He had screwed up and had lied to her. She was the victim, no matter how tart her tongue.

“Are you done talking now, because I have things to do that don’t involve you.”

“Time for your weekly mani/pedi, babe?” he asked, eyes opening. That’s what she usually did on Tuesdays. He knew her entire schedule, down to the hour. He wondered if she had any idea that she was so habitual. If someone ever did plot to kidnap her, they’d have no problem at all.

“No.” Her gaze skittered away. “Car stuff.”

“But it’s not Friday.” He frowned. “You always get your car detailed on Fridays.”

“Would you stop reminding me of how my dad paid you to stalk me?”

“Protect you,” he corrected.

“You’re splitting hairs.” She hung up her robe and got dressed, slipping into a pair of brown trousers and a pale pink fluffy sweater. Next were animal print flats. “Now get dressed and leave.”

“That’s it. You’re not willing to give me another chance?”

“I’m willing to let you have visitation with our child. That should be enough.”

“You’re not getting it, me…this.” He shifted his weigh from one leg to the other.

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