Bachelor Unleashed - Brenda Jackson [66]
He lifted his head and flipped on his back to stare up at her with sleep-filled eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing other than this,” she said, dropping the business card onto his naked chest.
He rubbed a hand down his face before picking up the card. He considered it for a moment and then tossed it on her nightstand. “Come back to bed, Farrah.”
His command angered her even more. “I won’t, and I want you out of my bed. Now,” she said, looming over him, in his face.
Instead of moving, he stretched out, placed his hands behind his head and stared up at her. “Why?”
She rolled angry eyes. “I just told you why.”
“No, you didn’t.”
And before she could blink, he had reached out and grabbed her hands and tumbled her down in the bed with him. He shifted his position, and now she was the one on her back with him looming over her. “Now tell me why you’re upset, Farrah.”
“That business card fell out of your jacket.”
He shrugged. “And?”
That one word seemed to make her angrier. “And that was enough.”
He chuckled. “I care to differ. Marti Goshay gave me that business card at Morgan and Lena’s party.”
“But you kept it.”
“Only because I’d forgotten about it. I had intended to throw it away.” Now it was his eyes that darkened with anger. “And just what are you accusing me of?”
“What do you think?”
For a few seconds Xavier just stared down at her, and then a smile replaced his anger. “You’re jealous.”
That observation really riled her. “I am not jealous. I detest men who can’t be trusted. Now get off of me.”
Xavier released her and eased off the bed. He moved across the room and slumped down in the chair. “So you’re saying I can’t be trusted because you found a business card in my jacket?”
She sat up in bed. “A business card from an old girlfriend who said to call her.”
“And you figured I would?”
“You kept the card, Xavier.”
She fought back the tears. She wouldn’t tell him that was the first sign she’d gotten that Dustin was cheating. It was the first one she’d gotten and the main one she’d overlooked, thinking there was nothing to it. She had been a fool not to catch the early warning signs. She wouldn’t be a fool ever again.
“Does your mistrust of me have anything to do with that ass you were married to?”
“And if it does?”
He held her gaze. “Then I want you to stop.”
“Stop?”
“Yes. Stop comparing me to him, Farrah.” He slowly shook his head. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “And just what am I supposed to be getting?”
“The fact that no other woman interests me because I love you.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Love me? That’s crazy.”
He eased to his feet. “Maybe. And what’s even crazier is that I believe you love me back. You’re just afraid to admit it. However, your overblown jealousy just proved I’m right.”
She glared over at him. “You’re not right. I don’t love you.”
He smiled. “Yes, you do and please don’t say what we’ve been sharing was nothing but sex. Sex between us is good—hell, it’s unbelievable, Farrah. But nothing can be that good unless there’s some heavy-duty love thrown into the mix. For the past three weeks I’ve deliberately and painstakingly tried proving to you that we’re good together, in or out of bed. Think about it.” He then moved to walk away.
She floundered for a response and then asked, “And just where do you think you’re going?”
“To take a shower,” he called over his shoulder as he kept walking. He went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
A frustrated Farrah reclined on her back and stared up at the ceiling when she heard the shower going. How dare he insinuate that she loved him just because she’d gotten tiffed over finding that business card. Any woman would be upset. Wouldn’t she?
She turned her head toward his pillow and breathed in deeply to inhale the scent he’d left behind. And then she closed her eyes, and memories began flooding her brain. The magic of everything she and