moment, Charmaine drifted off.
The next time she opened her eyes, the lust had worn away and reality hit. She almost screamed again but recalled Amaya. They had had sex with the little girl sleeping across the room and only the couch a barrier so she couldn’t see.
Worse, Elliot had come in Charmaine without any protection. She wasn’t on birth control because she hadn’t been dating. How could she have let this happen? Charmaine tried to get up and found that she lay on her side with Elliot curled behind her, spooning her. He had tossed his arm over her waist, and she thrust it off.
“Let me go, Elliot!”
He woke, looking groggy and sexy, but she was too pissed to care.
“You need to leave.” She grabbed his pants and thrust them at him and then dragged on her own pants. He moved slower than she wanted him to.
“Is there a reason you’re so angry?”
She turned her head as he tucked his dick away, and she ignored the curl of desire still raging in her belly. He looked like he’d been getting hard or already was.
“You know why.” Charmaine peeked over Amaya as she stood.
“She didn’t see anything. She was asleep the whole time.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Charmaine opened the door and stood waiting for him to walk through it. He stopped in front of her and moved to touch her face, but she slapped his hand away.
“Charmaine, I know you don’t regret us making love, and I’m sure you enjoyed yourself. We’re two adults, and there’s nothing wrong with us having some intimate fun.”
“There is when you try to get me pregnant!”
He gaped. “Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know, to start on the six kids?”
His face darkened with rage. “Why would I do that, especially with a woman who doesn’t want children? I’m not in the habit of tricking anyone. I admit we made a mistake not using protection, but I wasn’t on that floor forcing your legs apart.”
She gasped. “Good-bye!”
He gave a stiff nod of his head and left, and she just resisted slamming the door behind him. Then she locked the door and ran to the bathroom to undress and jump in the shower. Now all she had to do was not lose her mind while she waited to find out if she got pregnant.
Chapter Seven
The doorbell rang, and Charmaine got up to answer. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Before she reached the door, Amaya was at her side. Charmaine eyed her with suspicion. “You’re not up to anything again, are you?”
All she got was a cute, innocent look. For the last couple of weeks, Charmaine was even more restless, and today was the worst. She never celebrated her birthday, but for some reason this year, she felt it. Her mother had called of course, and she had chatted a little. Amaya sang happy birthday, high-pitched, off key, and wrong. Charmaine had been ready to chew her own leg off to escape.
The fact was, she missed him. She missed Elliot. Her anger hadn’t cooled in the least, and she still suspected him of trying to get her pregnant. That didn’t stop her from reliving their intimacy while she should have been working, and dreaming about him when she should have been sleeping. Was she wrong? Maybe, but she was so damn nervous. An unexpected baby was her biggest fear. He had to understand that!
Who are you arguing with? Answer the door.
Charmaine opened the door to find a deliveryman standing there. “I didn’t order anything.”
The man in bland brown checked the gadget in his hand. “Charmaine Poe?”
“Yes.”
“This is yours then. Please sign here.” He extended the device, but Charmaine didn’t move.
By now, Amaya was jumping up and down, singing, “Sign it. Sign it.”
“Why are you so excited? It has my name on it.”
“It’s probably a present,” she chirped and then slapped both hands over her mouth. Charmaine raised an eyebrow at her. She shuffled her feet. “Can we go outside, Aunt Charmaine? It’s your birthday.”
“How is going outside my treat?”
“Can