“I’ll be back, this discussion is in no way over,” he told her, in what seemed far more of a threat than anything else and stomped out the door.
Drew walked down the street, feeling more frustrated than ever before in his life. It was more than obvious he still wanted her with a need frightening in its intensity but he needed to set that aside.
She was carrying his child and that meant she needed to marry him. He would’ve been far happier in a time where he could simply drag her down the aisle and make her marry him. It would be so much easier than playing these stupid games.
He wasn’t a man used to being told no and he found he didn’t like it. He hadn’t expected her to fall into his arms at first glance but he certainly hadn’t expected her to still be full of hostility. He’d messed up with one small lie and she’d just have to get over it.
He figured she was like other women though and she had her price. He’d make her a comfortable woman and in turn he’d get to be there to raise his child. He couldn’t even think about her meeting another man his child would call dad. He was the baby’s father and no other man would play that role.
He stopped in a local pub and ordered a double bourbon. He never drank so early in the morning but unless he wanted to walk the streets with an obvious arousal and steam coming out of his ears, he needed something to soothe his desire and his temper. He had to smile at how quickly anger had turned into burning passion.
He’d never in his life, experienced so much desire for a woman. He forgot a woman as soon as he walked out the door. He enjoyed women, he loved their soft curves and he loved their hair and laughter. He loved everything about them but he never ever got hung up on just one. He didn’t think it was possible for him to want one woman more than he wanted anything else. Hell, he’d throw away millions of dollars for one more night with Trinity.
He signaled the bartender and ordered one more drink. He had a feeling it was going to be a very long day and he was getting ready for round two with Trinity. He had to smile at her spunk, though because he had a feeling being married to her was never going to get boring.
Drew arrived at her shop later in the afternoon and was very proud of himself for acting so calm. He walked in the doors and after she glanced up to see who it was, she went back to what she was doing, as if he wasn’t there.
He was getting really tired of her acting like he was non-existent. He walked over to her work station and stood there, with their body’s touching. He knew she couldn’t ignore him if he was touching her. He wouldn’t mind finishing what they had started earlier anyway.
“Have you ever heard of giving people their space?” she finally snapped at him. He smiled as he heard the tension in her voice. His presence affected her far more than she wanted to let on.
“But darling we should most definitely get used to touching, as we’re going to be married,” he came right back with.
“I’m not going to marry you,” she said slowly, like she was talking to a child.
“Well then the neighbors are going to talk about you being my mistress,” he told her. “Our child will be looked down upon because her mother is shacking up with her dad,” he added as if he was unconcerned.
She was so frustrated with the man, she had to give up on the arrangement she was working on because she was destroying the expensive flowers. She began putting things away and glanced at the clock. She still had a few hours to go before she could close the shop. She really wanted to storm out the doors but it wouldn’t do her much good anyway, as he’d most likely follow her.
“I’m not going to be living with you so that won’t be a problem,” she finally calmed down enough to say to him. It still came out between clinched teeth.
“I’m going to be a full time father to my child, so we’re going to be together one way or the other,” he threatened her. She threw up her hands and stomped off to the bathroom. She stayed in there for a while, trying to figure out what she was going to do about the man.
When she walked out, he was at the counter with a woman, who had her biggest bouquet on the counter. She was flirting openly with him and Trinity was surprised to feel the coil of jealousy in her gut. She told herself she didn’t want to be with him and she didn’t care who he flirted with but when the woman let out a giggle and fluttered her eyelashes, she had to fight not to claw at her.
“It was so great to meet you and I hope you have a wonderful time at your mother’s,” he said with a flirtatious smile. The woman actually blushed before she finally turned around to leave. Trinity stood there, open-mouthed as he turned around.
“I used to work at a local hardware store when I was a teenager and luckily your register was similar so I took care of the sale,” he said to her as he handed her the receipt. She looked down and noticed he’d way overcharged the woman. “I wasn’t sure how much you were selling the bouquet for so I took a guess from some I’ve purchased before. I hope it was correct,” he finished.
“No, you actually sold it for twice the amount I would’ve normally sold it for,” she said. She was shocked the woman paid so much. Trinity was thinking she needed to hire an attractive guy to work in her shop. Maybe then her sales would go way up.
“Seriously? You’re charging far too low for your arrangements, then,” he told her.
“I don’t need your business advice, Drew,” she snapped. She knew he was most likely right but she was worried she’d lose business if she charged too much and she’d rather have a lot of customers, who were paying less than take the risk. It meant she had to work more hours and far harder but it was working out.
“So I hope you have come to your senses by now. I can arrange a wedding within a couple of days,” he said in a conversational tone. She couldn’t believe he was so overconfident he felt he could criticize her and talk about marrying her in the same sentence. He really needed someone to come along and knock him off of his pedestal. She was more than willing to be the one to do it.
“Okay, I’m going to tell you this for the last time and I hope you’ll hear it this time. I’m not going to marry you. What happened on the island was a mistake and should’ve never taken place. I’m not going to repeat that mistake by becoming your wife. After the baby is born, we’ll talk about visitation but right now she’s in my stomach so you can go ahead and leave for the next four months,” she said and walked towards her front doors.