“Jules...”
“Okay, I’m on the Pill. What happened? Broke another rule?”
“Yes,” he said grudgingly, lying back down and staring up at the ceiling fan over his bed and feeling as though his entire effing mind was about to detonate. How had he let this happen? Unprotected sex. A woman spending the night in his bed. Jeez.
No woman had gotten laid in his bed, had ever been invited to his house, not even for a quickie. He didn’t give out his address and rarely gave out his phone number. For him, most encounters were one and done, pound and gone. He might take someone out to dinner and then to a hotel, or to her place if he was invited, but that was as far as it went.
Maybe if he were to go back to sleep and wake up, it would all be a bad dream. But deep down, he knew there was nothing bad about what he’d experienced with Jules...except the unprotected sex part.
“Well, I’m on the Pill, and I don’t have a cold.”
He glanced over at her. “What the hell does a cold have to do with anything?”
“Plenty. How do you think Shana got pregnant? She and Jace were using protection, but Shana was taking antibiotics, so her Pill didn’t work.”
Dalton rolled his eyes. “Oh, is that what happened?”
“Yes. Didn’t Jace tell you anything about it?”
“He told me she was pregnant and, trust me, that was enough.”
“Now you see how accidents can happen,” she said, easing out of bed.
Dalton tried not to notice her naked body when his shaft began throbbing again. “Not an accident. Carelessness.”
“Doesn’t matter—it wasn’t intentional. Like I’m sure if something goes wrong and I end up pregnant, I won’t blame you.” She smiled over at him. “I will at first, but then I’ll get over it.”
He sprinted from the bed and grabbed for her, but this time she was too quick and slammed the bathroom door before he could reach her. In a way, he was glad. He needed the solitude to think...bash his head against the bedpost a few times. To figure out what in the hell was happening to him. Breaking one rule was bad enough, but then a second? Both in the same night and with the same woman. Shit. How crazy could one man get?
She cracked open the door and poked her head out. “Hey, why don’t you have extra toiletries in your bathroom, just in case you have an overnight guest or something?”
Dalton drew in a deep breath. Hadn’t he told her he didn’t have overnight guests? “Because I don’t. Sue me.”
“Lucky for you, I keep a little overnight bag in the trunk of my car. You never know when I might have to take a flight at the last minute. Would you be so kind as to go out to my car and get it? I would go, but I don’t want Stonewall to see me naked.”
Hell, he didn’t want Stonewall to see her naked, either. “Fine. Where are your car keys?”
“In my purse. I think it’s still at your front door where you made me drop it.” She pulled her head back into the bathroom and closed the door.
He got up and grabbed his bathrobe off the back of a chair, glancing at the clock on his nightstand. Shit. That time couldn’t be right. He slid his feet into his bedroom shoes. “Jules, it’s almost eleven o’clock,” he called out to her, hoping she’d heard him through the closed door.
She opened the door and poked her head out again. He could hear the shower going. “I know, and today is when we’re meeting with your father’s attorney. At two. I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday.”
Her eating schedule was the last thing on his mind. Jace and Caden were probably wondering where he was. Why he hadn’t come into the office today. It was a wonder they hadn’t called.