I turn, looking around the room for her.
Her clothes aren’t in the pile I threw them in.
Pushing the uneasiness away, I convince myself she’s only woken up before me and went to get her day started. She’s probably in the kitchen eating breakfast.
Excited to be in her presence again, I push myself out of the bed and grab a pair of sweats and a T-shirt to put on. I light candles and pull the drapes to the windows open a little to let some sunlight in.
I go to my en suite bathroom and clean myself up, trying to look presentable again.
After that, I make my way out to the kitchen area. It’s empty. In fact, it doesn’t look as if anyone has been in here. I go back to the dining room and the dinner from last night is still there. I’m going to have to clean that up.
I check the library, no Brenna.
The uneasiness that I’ve been trying to ignore is gnawing at me.
Once I check all the places she normally is, I stop by the door to her room.
I don’t knock. Instead, I just open it up. She is sitting in the chair reading a book. She’s wearing pajamas, looking extra comfortable, but she doesn’t look up at me as I stand there. Almost as if she’s going out of her way to not see me.
Rejection takes the place of the uneasiness.
“Brenna?” I call to her.
“Yes, Cormac?” She sighs, and I hear the annoyance in her voice. She doesn’t want me in her space.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, besides this hangover.” She answers as she turns the page in her book, still not looking up at me.
Hangover? She didn’t seem drunk last night. Maybe the activities exacerbated it.
“Do you need anything for it?” I ask, trying to make myself useful.
“I can get what I need for myself.” She closes her book and finally looks up at me. “Did you need something?”
It’s like emotional whiplash. I don’t know how to react, but the one emotion I can identify is anger.
“Do you want to talk about what happened last night?” I ask her, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Nothing happened last night. We had a nice dinner. A walk. And I drank too much. That’s all. Why would we need to talk about that?” She tilts her head and my eyes nearly bug out of my head.
“Really? That’s all you believe happened last night?”
“Yes. Nothing of great importance.” She shrugs and goes back to reading her book.
This can’t be real. Is she honestly going to sit there and pretend that she doesn’t remember the earth-shattering sex we shared? It’s offensive. I may not be experienced, but I know she enjoyed herself. My sheets are still damp from her arousal.
I nod my head. She’s playing games.
Games I don’t partake in.
So be it. If she wants to pretend like last night didn’t happen, I can do that too.
“We’ve got a meeting to go to. Be dressed in an hour and ready to go.”
She sighs and drops her book in her lap. “Do I really have to? I’m sure your security is more than capable of making sure your possession is locked up safely in this house.” Her eyes narrow on mine, further spiking my anger.
“Did I ask you for your opinion on what my security detail is able to do? No. I told you to be ready. Either you’re dressed and ready to go, or I’ll drag you out just like that. Don’t test me, Brenna.” I snarl at her.
