Well, what did that make him? Rachel wanted to know.
‘I am a clean-living, careful, healthy person,’ she snapped out indignantly.
‘I am relieved to hear it.’
He didn’t look it. ‘I don’t sleep around! And if you hit me with one more rotten insult, Villani,’ she warned furiously. ‘I think I am going to physically attack you!’
‘My apologies if it sounded as if I was trying to insult you—’
‘You did insult me.’ She went to slide back down the bed.
‘But we don’t know each other.’
‘You can say that again,’ Rachel muttered.
‘And it is an issue we need to address.’
‘Well, you addressed it very eloquently,’ she told him and tugged up the duvet with anow go away kind of shrug.
If he read it he ignored it. ‘We have not finished with this.’
‘Yes, we have.’
‘No, Rachel, we have not…’
It was the alteration in his voice from stiff to weary that forced her
to take notice. ‘We still have the issue of another kind of protection to discuss.’
Another kind…Rachel froze for a second, then slid back up the pillows again, only this time more slowly as she finally began to catch on.
He put it in simple words for her. ‘I did not protect us against—conception. I need to know if you did.’
It was like being hit with one hard knock too many; she felt all the colour drain from her face. ‘I don’t believe this is happening to me,’ she whispered.
Taut muscles stretched as he pulled himself in like a man trying to field his own hard knock. ‘I presume from your response that it is a problem.’
‘I’ve told you once—I don’t sleep around!’ she cried out.
A nerve flicked at the corner of his hard mouth. ‘You don’t need to sleep around to take oral contraception.’
‘Well, thank you for that reassuring piece of information,’ she said hotly. ‘But, in my case, and becauseI don’t sleep around , I—don’t take oral contraception either…’The heat in her voice trailed into a stifled choke.
He cursed.
Rachel covered her face with her hands.
She had just indulged in uninhibited sex with a stranger without any protection; now his millions of sperm were chasing through her body in a race towards their ultimate goal!
Fertilisation. A baby—dear God…
Suddenly she was diving out of the bed and heading at a run for the bathroom. She thought she was going to be sick but then found that she couldn’t. She wanted to wash herself clean inside and out!
Instead she just stood there with her arms wrapped around her middle and shook.
She heard him arrive in the door opening. ‘I h-hate you,’ she whispered. ‘I wish I’d never heard your stupid name.’
Raffaelle shifted his tense stance, relaxing it wearily so he was leaning against the doorframe. He wanted to echo her sentiments but he did not think she was up to hearing him say it while she stood there resembling a skittish pale ghost.