Technically, I never sleep with women. I undress them, give them an orgasm or two, and then leave. Sleeping isn’t involved.
I scratch my neck. “I suck at remembering names.”
“Could you be any lamer?”
I’m getting annoyed. I didn’t make this woman any promises. I never do. I’m always clear. A night of fun with no strings attached. Nothing else is on offer. And it never will be. Settling down is not on my agenda.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you. Why don’t you come in and we can discuss this?”
“There’s nothing to discuss. Adele is your baby. I’m done raising her on my own. You’re up.”
“How do I know this…,” I clear my throat. “…Adele is mine?”
She plants a fist on her hip. “Are you saying I’m a slut?”
“How the hell would I know if you’re a slut? I don’t know who you are!”
“Don’t you dare yell at me in front of the baby,” she hisses.
I inhale a deep breath. I’m not one to yell at people. Especially not a woman I don’t know. Or, at least, don’t remember. I’m usually laid back and easygoing, but this situation is not usual.
“Let’s start over. I’m Zane, and you are?”
I hold out my hand and she stares at it for a few long moments before finally placing her hand in mine.
“Daisy.”
“Hi, Daisy. It’s lovely to see you again.”
“I wish I could say the same,” she mutters.
I ignore the jab and nod to the baby. “And this little girl is yours?”
“Ours. She’s ours.”
I grit my teeth before I lash out. I might enjoy playing in the sheets with women but I’m always careful. Always. Babies are not on my agenda. I have no interest in becoming a parent.
“I always use protection. You’re certain Adele is mine?”
“I’m certain and now I’m done with this conversation.”
She whirls around to leave again and panic strikes. She can’t leave this tiny creature behind. I have no idea how to handle a baby.
“You can’t abandon your baby with me.”
“She’s your baby, too.”
I have no idea if this baby is mine, but denials aren’t getting me anywhere.
“You can’t abandon our baby with me.”
“You’re up. I’m done being a single mom. I’m done missing out on all the fun. I’m done with missing classes.”
Classes? She must be a college student. I rack my brain for memories of any women I’ve slept with who were college students, but I come up empty. I don’t spend a whole lot of time talking to a women about their lives when I seduce them.
“I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time. Let’s discuss this. Let’s figure out a solution.”
“I have the solution. Daddy’s going to raise Adele. Discussion over.”
