Chapter 13
“Did you call Derek?”
She blinked. “About what?’
“About the contract.”
“Oh. Oh, no. Not yet, I will.”
“He’ll be happy for you.”
“Um. Yeah. Probably.” She paused. “Well, I’ll let you finish your workout.” She turned to leave.
“You know, if you want to work out, don’t let me stop you. There’s room for both of us here.”
She turned. “Yeah. Okay.” She went back upstairs. No way was she working out with Nate in the same room. Much as she’d like to admire his gorgeous muscles, the outright sexuality of his body and her inappropriate appreciation of it made her uneasy. She’d been married for five years and had never even given another man a second look.
Well, that was a lie. Of course she’d looked. Who didn’t look at attractive people? She looked at attractive women, too. She was honest enough to admit she checked out other women. She liked to see what they were wearing, how they accessorized, how their body compared to hers. It wasn’t a sexual thing. And sometimes she looked at good-looking men that way, too. Just…looking.
She went into her office and sank into the chair.
But when she looked at Nate, it wasn’t just looking. It was…feeling. Feeling something way down deep inside, a quivering, fluttering something…something like… attraction.
And that was waaaay off limits.
And she hadn’t even asked him if he’d thought about giving them a baby.
Sperm donation. She needed to think of it clinically. She’d go into the clinic and the doctor would artificially inseminate her. Her body tensed at the thought. Was it painful? It seemed such a…cold way to make a baby.
But she’d have a baby. She’d endure whatever she had to.
If only Nate would agree to do it.
Restless, impatient, and distracted again, she tried to return to her work.
She heard Nate come up a while later, heard the shower running, and then a soft knock at her door.
“Come in.” The door wasn’t even closed. She swiveled on her office chair. Nate stood there, faded, ripped jeans riding low on his hips and a gray T-shirt hugging his broad torso. Stubble shadowed his dark face, his thick eyebrows low over his eyes, his mouth hard.
“Sorry to bother you.”
“You’re not a bother! Come in.”
He took two steps into the room, shoved his hands in his pockets.
“We need to talk.”
Nate studied Krissa. She looked adorably tense and nervous, a tight smile on her lush mouth, eyes sliding all over the room, everywhere but at him.
He watched her throat ripple as she swallowed, her lips tighten. Pretty lips. Full and pouty, pink and shiny, the corners always tilted up in a faintly happy way, even now.
He fisted his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“Derek talked to me last night.”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure, Krissa?”
