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Scarlett sighs. “No, you don’t. But you werethere.”
I know what she means. We have yet to sleep together, in the literal or the sexual sense. The forced proximity of this trip isn’t unwelcome, but it’s definitely weird. I never know how to act around her. Every time I think we might have made some progress, we slide right back. She can’t even sleep next to me.
I rest my elbows on my knees and stare at the flat surface of the pool. The filters form small ripples that refract the moonlight beaming down. “Is this how it’s going to be, Scarlett?”
“Is this howwhatis going to be?”
“Us. Is this what you want?”
“We’ve never been about whatIwant.”
I laugh. “Bullshit.”
Her eyes flash. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. If you didn’t want this, we wouldn’t be married.” I stare her down, daring her to deny it.
She looks away. “I expected this to be different.”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know. Just…different.”
I sigh. Nothing is ever simple or straightforward with this woman. “I’d like to know what it’s like to fuck my wife, Scarlett.”
She doesn’t flinch at the crude statement. Doesn’t react at all. “You can get that elsewhere.”
“Are you? Still?” I add that last word just to be an ass. To see her angry expression. She’s more forthcoming when she’s mad.
“None of your business.”
I laugh. “But itwasmy business after the Rutherford gala?”
She’s silent.
“What about kids?”
“You mean heirs?” She scoffs. “I’m not ready. BetweenHauteand the new clothing line, I barely remember to eat. I can’t handle a baby right now.”
“Okay.”
She eyes me, clearly suspicious about my lack of argument.
“Do you want me to move out?” I ask.
“What?” Scarlett looks genuinely shocked by the question. “After you insisted on moving in with your two closets worth of suits and filling the fridge with cow milk?”
She sounds more disgruntled about the second fact than the first, and I almost smile. Phillipe already informed me Scarlett prefers non-dairy milk to the real thing and wasn’t happy about my lack of substitution appearing in the fridge.
“I moved in because we’re married, Scarlett. If you want to pretend like we’re not, that’s fine.”
She sits up. “Iknowwe’re married. And I’m holding up my end of the bargain. I don’t know what else you want from me.”
“Nothing you’re willing to give, clearly.”
“Sex. Right.” She snorts. “You’re such a guy.”
“Yeah. I want to have sex with you. I also want to know why you asked me to kiss you before our wedding. Why you fight me on everything. I don’t know shit about you, Scarlett.”
