attracted to Kirk, but I could never have predicted the force with which he was going to affect me.
My hand goes to my belly. My baby is growing bigger and stronger every day. Blaire still tells me every chance she gets that I need to tell Kirk. That he needs to take responsibility. Maybe someday I will write him a letter, send him a picture of the baby. But I can’t tell him now, not after what I just heard him say.
Did I really lead him to believe I don’t care about feelings? That I want us to be co-workers and nothing else? Is this all my fault?
But the way he held me. The way he caressed my face when he kissed me. How he stroked my hair when we’d sit on his couch watching a late-night movie—none of that made me feel like it was nothing.
Is that how he behaves with all the women he sleeps with?
That’s the opposite of what Blaire has described him to be. Or was it all an act? Was he just putting on a show to get me in bed?
Why?
When he can have any woman he wants. When I was practically begging him to take me. He knew I wanted him. I was wet for him from the moment we saw each other. Why would he take the trouble to cultivate a relationship just for show when he could have me anyway?
None of this makes sense, and now my head is starting to hurt.
I get up and pour myself a glass of water. I’ve already made up my mind to never return to that office. I’ll write him an email in the morning with my official resignation. I know he won’t fight it. He will probably be delighted to get rid of me this easily. And maybe after the baby is born, I’ll send him that letter and a photo of his child and he can then decide if he wants to be a part of the baby’s life or not.
Until then, I’m better off without him.
There’s a knock on the door just as I’m going to lift the box off the floor.
I go to the door, expecting it to be Blaire. I am actually excited to tell her I’ve quit. That I’m finally taking charge.
But when I open the door, I see Kirk on the other side. He knocks the breath out of me. I feel my muscles tense up.
“Oh!” is all I can manage to say.
“Why did you leave? I thought we were going to talk,” he says. There’s a handsome smirk on his face. He doesn’t know. He hasn’t figured out that I left in anger.
I breathe nervously because I don’t know what to say.
I should slam the door in his face. I should tell him I heard everything, but I can’t. I’m stuck staring at him. I can’t get over the fact that there’s a part of him inside me. It feels like a miracle!
“Anyway, can I come in?” he asks chirpily and steps in past me.
“Kirk…” I murmur, finally managing to find my voice.
He has his hands thrust in his pockets, and he goes over to the fridge to get himself a drink. I’m watching him. I’m shaken up.
How can he be so casual? How can he pretend like nothing’s happened? I know what he really thinks of me. What he really says about me behind my back.
It’s not rage that I’m feeling now. It’s sadness.
How could I have been this stupid?
I watch as he grabs a carton of orange juice from the fridge and pours into a glass.
“You have no idea how worried I was this last week, Kim. You should have at least replied to my emails and I would have left you alone.”
I stare as he drinks the juice. I stare at the way his throat moves. Everything he does is sexy.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as some juice dribbles down the side of his lips.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.
I nod. It’s the least I can do since I can’t find the words that will convey the truth.
He puts the glass down on the counter and takes a few long steps towards me that bring him right up to me.
I should step away. I should scream and shout and protest. But he has me helpless. I’m mesmerized by him and his blue eyes. His strong jaw. That devious smile.
He wraps an arm around my waist before I know what’s