Yes Boss (Billionaire Bosses #4) - Miley Maine Page 0,60
of bed. My body aches, reminding me of our activities the night before. I feel a little sick, but not as bad as it has been if only because my mind is so focused on other concerns right now.
I gather some fresh clothes and put them on before stumbling out into the kitchen. Despite the fact that it’s probably pointless now, I take some aspirin and sip at a cup of water as I lean against the kitchen table. The more I move around, the sicker I feel.
I’m not going to show this to Jason. If I vomit, I’m afraid that he won’t leave out of concern. And, while that’s a nice thought, I really need him to go.
All too soon, the shower turns off. Not long after, Jason walks out in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday. It wasn’t like I was expecting him to be walking around naked, but I’m relieved that he got dressed. He pauses as he towels his hair, seeing me, and I wonder what’s going through his mind right now.
There’s a cautious expression on his face. That means he’s very aware of the fact that things could be a little awkward between us. I draw in a deep breath.
“Morning,” he says finally.
“Morning,” I say. I gesture to the bowl on the table. “Fruit salad?”
“No thanks,” Jason says, a hint of a smile on his face. “I’ve got to go home to, uh, change for work.”
“Oh, right,” I say.
There’s no way he can go to work in those clothes. Particularly his old boxers, which likely smell like sex after… I shake my head. I’m not going to think about last night right now.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“A little better,” I lie, hoping my face isn’t as green as I feel. “I’ll take another day just to rest and see what happens.”
“Just wait until your test results come back,” Jason advises. “That way you’ll know for sure.”
I smile weakly. If I’m right, there’s only one test I need to take, and that one will come back immediately. I don’t know what I’ll do if it turns out positive, though.
“Yeah, I’ll do that,” I say. “Anyway, you better go. You don’t want to be late for work.”
“Yeah.”
He ducks back into the bathroom to throw the towel over the rail and steps out. He glances at me and then clears his throat.
“We’ll talk later?” he asks.
If that test comes back positive, we’ll have more to talk about than the fact that we just had sex again.
“Sure,” I reply.
He nods and strides to the door. When he’s gone, I sigh in relief and then groan as I sink to the floor, my stomach lurching. Fuck, that was awkward. I don’t even know how to deal with this.
Last time, I yelled at him, convinced that I hated him and everything about him. This time, with the way our relationship has improved and the fact that I’m actually feeling fond of him, that doesn’t feel like an option.
Which means I have to face the terrifying fact that we’re going to have to sit down and talk about our feelings.
But, before that…
I wait until my stomach has settled a little before dragging myself to my feet. I pick out a few banana pieces from the fruit salad and put the rest in the fridge. I chew them slowly as I make my way to my bag. After rustling around in it a little, I find the long, thin box I’m looking for.
Somehow, taking this test feels more frightening than anything else. The box is so unassuming, but the results could change everything about my life as I know it.
But, I don’t have a choice. The possibility is out there, and I need to know for sure so I can start planning. I start feeling sick again and, this time, it has nothing to do with whatever havoc has been plaguing my body the last few days. I don’t want to do this.
I carry the test into the bathroom and pace the tiled floor for long moments before taking the stick out of the box and setting it gently on the countertop. It’s so small.
“I can do this,” I murmur out loud to myself. “Then I’ll know.”
The not knowing is probably the scariest part. Whoever said that there was comfort in obliviousness was a damn liar. There is nothing within me but stress and anxiety. At least, once I know for sure, I’ll feel the relief of having found the answer.