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He settles onto the big leather couch next to me, tipping my face with one finger to capture a kiss from my lips. Too late, I realize I’m not reciprocating much. He pulls back, examining me carefully and trailing his fingers over the lines of my face, down my neck.
“Percy mentioned you don’t feel well.”
“Just regular period stuff.”
That’s all I say. I hope that’s all it will take because already just being in his presence is making my resolve unwind. I can’t tell him about the baby. I can’t.
His beautiful opalescent blue-green eyes soften. He buys my lie, but he doesn’t look irritated to believe I haven’t conceived yet. Isn’t that what he wants? Why isn’t he frustrated the way I worried he would be?
“I see. Know what would help with cramps?
“Chocolate. Always chocolate.”
Nico seems extra affectionate tonight. He leans closer to leave a sparking smatter of kisses from my cheek to my mouth. One of his hands trails up my thigh, curling around to cup my ass. His other fingers twist a lock of my hair. He whispers against my lips.
“Period sex.”
I blanch, eyes widening as I pull back. “What? But…okay, no. Guys don’t go for that.”
At least, in my sad, limited experience of sampling the dating pool, they don’t. But the way Nico smirks and looks me over like he’s deciding the best way to take me tonight has my heart pounding triple time. God, could he be any sexier?
No. And that’s the problem. He’s so sexy that I wanted all of this with him, and I can’t just walk away from it.
But I need to.
“Fuck, this will be fun. Come on.” He doesn’t wait, he just scoops me up from the couch and walks with me to the elevator, ignoring my squeaks of protest.
I manage to slip out of his arms while we’re going up, and I face him with a scowl. “No. I don’t want period sex.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t knock it. You’ve never had it before.”
“How would you know?”
“It’s glaringly obvious,il mio tesorina.”
I’m getting more anxious by the minute, so I snap this time. “Again with the saying things you know I don’t understand! Can you just stop with that? God. And you know what? I wasn’t done watching that episode of…of thatshow. You can’t just scoop me up and fuck me whenever you want—I’m not your personal sex slave!”
Nico’s eyes narrow at my outburst. Before I know it, his hands are braced on either side of my head and he’s leaned down, pinning me with his stare and his presence.
I expect him to growl something at me or tell me I’m wrong, but he just studies me while we’re close enough to feel each other breathing. This man could consume me with his proximity alone.
“Sybil.”
“What?”
“I only want to make you feel better. If you don’t want sex, I’ll find some other way to help. Want chocolate? A glass of red wine while soaking in the tub? I’ll rub your feet while you soak if that’s what it takes. But don’t ever yell at me like that again.”
Something in my chest hurts. Suddenly, I just want to cry, but no way in hell am I about to do that in front of him again. He’s being sweet, in his own domineering way, but I don’t want him to be sweet. I want him to make me hate him more easily again so that I don’t have this conflict about whether or not to come clean about the baby.
Fine. You know what? If he won’t give me the ammunition, I’ll find my own. I just want space to process and come up with a new plan, and I can’t think clearly when he’s looking at me like this.
“You want to know what would make me feel better?” I huff, slipping out under one of his arms and crossing to the other side of the elevator. “If you just left mealone.Just because I signed your stupid contract doesn’t mean I have to be happy about being with you.”
He scoffs. “You seem pretty happy about it whenever I have you screaming my name.”
“Shut up.”
“No. You’re bitching, and I want to know the real reason why.”
