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Obviously neither of them had been thinking.
Panic built within her chest. So much so that she needed him gone, needed time to think, to process what had happened between them. She was on the pill, but what if something went wrong and she got pregnant?
She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. What if...?
“I need you to leave while I go take a shower.” Even to her own ears her voice sounded panicked, high-pitched.
Confusion replacing the satisfaction on his face, his brows veed together. “Huh?”
“I’m going to take a shower.” She tried to sound calm. She didn’t want him to know how shaken she was by their having had sex. By the fact that, since Lucas didn’t know she was on oral contraceptives, he had just risked getting her pregnant, something he’d meticulously made sure to never risk while they’d been married.
She met his gaze and didn’t so much as blink as she stared him down. She couldn’t or the tears she was fighting might spill free. “Be gone from my apartment when I get out of the shower.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
CASSIE BELLOWS’S NIGHT NURSE reported that the child had cried in pain most of the night. They’d given her medication, but even in her sleep tears had fallen.
Emily’s heart twisted as she took report on the little girl. She hated the thought of the child in so much pain that she’d cried even during sleep.
“I called Dr. Cain and he’ll be by this morning to check on her. He plans to get her into surgery this week.”
Lucas was coming by.
Of course he was coming by. He worked there. She worked there. They’d see each other, behave professionally as if they hadn’t had sweaty kitchen sex the night before, and they’d be polite.
Only, when Lucas came in, he wasn’t polite. He was irritated. With her.
He should be grateful that she wasn’t a wide-eyed innocent who wanted marriage, children and happily-ever-after as she’d been when they first met.
Children. Emily’s breath caught and for a moment a wave of dizziness almost overtook her. Why hadn’t Lucas mentioned birth control the night before? Why hadn’t she thought to ask him? Why hadn’t he worn a condom? He was a wealthy man, one whose parents had accused her of trying to trap him.
If only they knew the truth. If only Lucas knew.
“When was Cassie’s last dose of painkiller?” he practically growled.
Emily leaned in and pointed to the computer screen.
“Right there.” She tapped the screen, pulling up where the medication was recorded. He was still fairly new. Maybe he truly hadn’t known. Then again, Lucas was a quick study. She would guess he knew more ins and outs of their computer system than she did after being there for years.
He studied the screen, then frowned. “I want to increase her dose.” He named the quantity.
She made a mental note. “With her next dose due when?”
“Now. Give the medication,” he ordered. “I don’t want Cassie in pain. I’m taking her to surgery early in the morning. Even if she stays sedated most of the day, that’s preferable to her crying in constant pain. I’d do surgery today if I could have gotten an operating suite and team approved.” His look said he wasn’t very happy that he’d been unable to. Perhaps that was why he’d been irritable when he’d joined her.
“Cassie’s status changed a great deal overnight.”
Looking stressed, he nodded. “As much as I hate to expose her to more imaging, I’ve requested an MRI brain scan that I want done stat. Whether they want to approve it or not, the operating room staff may have to find me a suite and staff today.”
Part of her couldn’t believe she was having a normal work conversation with the man she’d had crazy hot sex with the night before. Then again, they’d had normal conversations after having phenomenal sex in the past. So why it seemed odd to her now she wasn’t sure, just that it did.
“About last night,” he began, and she cringed. So much for her previous thoughts.
She shook her head. “You don’t need to worry. I’m on birth control, so let’s not have this conversation. Especially not at work.”
The fatigue etched on his face earlier returned. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about, although it probably should have been. Still, you’re right. This isn’t the time or place.”
“Agreed.” As far as she was concerned, there never would be a time or place for that conversation.
