Page 32 of The Yeah Baby Series: Vol 3

She’d been tugging on her pants, but she stopped and looked up at the ceiling as she thought. Then her expression slowly morphed into one of terrified shock. “Motherfucker!” she shouted. She frantically tugged her pants the rest of the way on and scrambled for the rest of her clothes.

“Calista,” I snapped. She ignored me, so I grabbed her around the waist and slammed her bottom back down on the counter. “Why the fuck are you freakingout?”

She winced and watched me apprehensively. “I forgot to go in for my last dose.” Her face turned pleading. “I’m so sorry. I was recovering from being shot, and it slipped my mind. I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

Why the fuck was she apologizing? Did she think I’d be upset about it? I was the total opposite, my hopes springing to the surface again. It was entirely possible I’d gotten her pregnant last night. After four rounds, I’d certainly filled her with enough of my come to make sure one of my boys stuck. Our escapade on the gym floor—“What do you mean you were shot?!” I practically shouted as my brain caught up with everything she’dsaid.

“Calm down, Xander.” She adopted a soothing tone, but it bounced right off my wall of anger. “I’m fine. It was just a littlenick.”

We weren’t done with that discussion, but I needed to know something else. “You’ll ‘take care of it’ means what exactly?” I inquired.

“I’ll go to the doctor and get a morning after pill and a newshot.”

“The fuck youwill!”

Calista’s expression turned mutinous, her dark, espresso eyes narrowing. Some of her black hair had escaped the knot she’d put it in and floated around like a halo. She looked fucking gorgeous all riled up, and my cock had taken notice.

“It’s really none of your business,” she huffed. “I’ll report tomorrow for my firstday.”

“It’s none of—” I almost choked on my wrath, my hard on forgotten—mostly—and before I could get another word out, she spun around and yanked open the door to the gym, letting it slam against the wall with a loudbang.

I followed her as she streaked across the floor, but I had the feeling that I wouldn’t win this argument by keeping her in the office and talking myself to death. Calista was a level-headed, unflappable person. Until it came to me, apparently. The thought made me grin, knowing I got to her. It was obvious she was also stubborn as fuck, and it would take action over words for me to win. And I. Would. Win.

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