Yes, that was exactly what I was thinking at the same time wondering how in the hell to find that man and then find the words to apologize to him in order to sort our shit out (and I was thinking the underwear might be useful) when the door opened.
“Hey,” I started to say, turning my head to who I expected to be one of my girls leading in the two dressmakers but instead seeing Frey standing statue-still, hand still on the door handle, eyes aimed at my ass.
I went statue-still too and took him in.
Okay, it was safe to say from the look on his face he definitely liked the underwear.
And it was also safe to say from the panic that seized my innards that I was definitely not ready for him to see me in it.
This was why I put my foot down, whirled and ran across the room to the screen that had my robe thrown over it.
I got there. I even got my hand on the robe. But the silk was soon gone from my hand because Frey got there with me and he jerked it right out of my grasp.
Ho boy.
I turned to face him, eyes wide, breaths coming fast like I’d run a two hundred yard dash and not across a room, my mind reeling for the right words to say to sort our shit out but with one look in his eyes, both heated and enraged, not one word came to mind.
“I think,” he growled, “don’t you, that at the very least I’m entitled to see the woman who is supposed to be my wife without cover.”
I stared up at him, close to panting.
Yep, definitely enraged.
That was when I did the smartest thing I could do.
I retreated.
Quickly.
And Frey advanced just as quickly, invading my space with every backward step I made until I slammed against the wall and he pushed right in, h*ps to my belly, he pinned me to the wall.
Oh shit.
I had to arch my back to tip my head to look at him which pressed my belly into his hips.
Shit!
“Frey –” I started and his name was breathless but I stopped saying whatever it was that was going to come out of my mouth when I heard gasps from across the room.
And I knew the dressmakers had arrived and I knew Frey heard them too but he didn’t release my eyes and I couldn’t look away as he barked an obviously impatient and equally infuriated, “Out!”
My body jerked with the noise.
Oh shit, shit, shit!
The door closed.
Shit.
“Frey –”
He cut me off this time by saying, “I’ve come to inform you,” he paused, his eyes moved to my rising and falling chest then back to my face, “wife,” he spat and my stomach clenched, “that I’m away in an hour. Business. I’ll be gone at least a month, likely longer.”
That was when my stomach wrenched searing pain up through my lungs and even in my throat.
And because of this, all I could manage was a whispered, “What?”
“I’m away in an hour,” Frey repeated.