Page 36 of Recruited By the Billionaire

“But you went and got the morning after pill.” Robert’s heart was hammering. “Right?”

Frankie was going to do just that. She even went to Walgreens and sat in the parking lot. “No,” she said. “I planned to do it. But I couldn’t.”

Robert stared at her. “Why not?”

“I wasn’t going to have any abortion. If other ladies want to, that’s fine. But I wasn’t going to.”

Robert just stood there, naked and confused. He didn’t know what to make of her! She either was the most moral woman of integrity he’d ever met, or a vulture of the highest degree.

She was no vulture. He knew that. “You’re going to take the pill this time?” he asked her.

She wiped, flushed, and began washing her hands. Her non-answer was his answer.

But as he stood there, watching her through the vanity mirror as she washed her hands. Her face, to Robert, showed no signs of cunning or grand manipulation, but distress and worry. As if she had no intentions of ever being a single mother, but she had managed to get in that position again. And seeing her, and that look on her face, caused something to snap within him. It felt as if a fever had broken. Being the father of her child, if it ever came to that, would be the honor of his life. Somehow he knew it in that instant. And he moved up behind her sleek, black, naked body, and wrapped his arms around him.

Frankie was surprised when he hugged her. She expected him to be nothing but pissed with her. She looked at him through the vanity mirror.

“Since this is not going to be our last time together,” he said to her, “I think you’d better get on birth control.”

Frankie stared at him. Was he for real, or playing some cruel joke on her? He was smiling, but his eyes were filled with warmth. And she smiled too. “I’ll get right on it,” she said.

Then she turned around, and they kissed a long, passionate kiss. “And you’d better start stocking up on your condoms,” she said to him playfully.

“No need,” Robert responded. “If I’m going to be with you, I’m going to be with you alone,” he said. “And you needn’t worry about this time,” he added. “I’m clean. Every woman I’ve ever been with since my divorce years ago, I’ve worn a condom. And none of them ever broke until you came along,” he added, and they laughed.

Robert held her closer. “And you’re clean too,” he said, “since you haven’t been with anybody in what has it been? Two years since your husband died?”

Frankie moved out of his grasp and headed for the bedroom. “It’s been two years, yes,” she said as she walked.

Robert was nobody’s fool. He caught that partial answer. He followed her again.

“And you haven’t had sex with anybody anyway,” he asked her. “Right?”

Frankie grabbed up her clothes and looked at him. What an odd thing for him to say. “You mean since my husband died?”

“Yes.”

“He died two years ago, Robert.”

“I know that. My wife died two years ago too.”

“Have you had sex with anybody since your wife died?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I have. What do you think I am a hermit?”

“But you figure I haven’t been with anybody in the past two years?”

“Right.”

Frankie couldn’t help it. She started grinning and shaking her head. “That is so male,” she said and began putting on her clothes.

But Robert was serious. “You’ve been with somebody?”

“Yes! Just like you have.”

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to me. You’re nothing like me and you’d better never become anything like me.”

“But I thought you said you wasn’t a whore.”

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