He ignores me and opens the first door. He shakes his head at the empty room before moving on to the next door. It’s another empty room.
“It’s the last one on the right,” I tell him before he has a chance to open the next door to yet another empty room. I haven’t had the heart to decorate any of them. Not when they won’t be used for what I originally intended them for.
“Why do you have this many bedrooms if you’re planning to remain single for the rest of your long, long life?”
I sigh. “I wasn’t always planning to die an old cat lady.”
Grayson opens the door to the master bedroom and places me on the bed. I love this room. It’s obnoxiously large because when I bought this place, I thought I’d have tons of children running around. I planned the bedroom as our escape from the world. In addition to an oversized sleigh bed, walk-in closet, and attached bathroom, there’s a sitting area with two oversized armchairs in front of the bay window.
“It’s a lot of room for cats,” he says as he starts untying my boots. They fall to the ground and he stands. “Do you need any help going to the bathroom or changing?”
“I’m not a child.” And there’s no way I’m going to try to change my clothes when he’s in the room. It won’t be the first time I’ve slept in my clothes, and it definitely won’t be the last.
He takes a seat on the armchair in the sitting area and starts taking off his boots. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not leaving until you’re settled.”
How much more settled does he want me to get? “Dude, I’m going to pass out any second now.”
But he doesn’t leave like I want him to. Want? Adult Suzie snorts. I tell her to mind her own damned business.
“Tell me about this house. Why did you buy such a big one?” Grayson asks.
I blame the liquor for me opening my mouth. I never talk about this stuff. “I planned to fill the rooms with children. Tons and tons of children. Not anymore.”
“Why not? What’s stopping you?”
I shake my head. Shit. Bad idea. The world starts to spin. I clutch the edge of the bed and wait for the spinning to stop. When it finally does, I answer. “You can hardly have children without a man. Duh.”
“You don’t need a man to have kids. Women have children by themselves every day.”
I’ve thought about it – adopting or using a sperm donor. But I don’t know. It seems cruel to bring a child into this world knowing she will never have a dad. Kids need both parents. Look at Hailey. She’s still messed up about her mom leaving when she was twelve. I don’t want to screw a kid up before I even start raising her. I’m sure I’ll be doing enough screwing up as it is.
I’m not telling Grayson any of this, though. Nope. “Why? You offering to be my baby daddy?” I try to wink but the room starts to spin again.
“Munchkin, I’m not having sex with you when you’re ready to pass out.”
A vision of Grayson naked and above me thrusting into me pops into my head. My entire body heats as Little Susan cheers and starts blowing tooters in celebration. I’m surprised she doesn’t fire off some fireworks. She needs to cool it. I hide my body’s response to the sexy man sitting in my bedroom by resorting to sarcasm.
“I meant as a sperm donor. You can spank it and I’ll take it.”
He doesn’t answer for a while. “I’ll think about it.”
His quiet words wake me from the doze I was failing into. “What? Seriously?”
I must be dreaming this entire conversation. There’s no way I asked Grayson to be my sperm donor. Nope. This has to be a dream. A dream I’m going to forget all about when I wake tomorrow.
“You can go,” I mumble. “I’m going to sleep now.”
I don’t know if Grayson leaves or not, because I pass out. When I wake in the morning, I’m alone. The ruffled blanket on the armchair and the glass of water and aspirin on my nightstand are proof I didn’t dream he was in my bedroom.
Well, shit. I hope to hell I dreamed the entire conversation when I asked him to be my sperm donor. Knowing my luck, it wasn’t a dream. I tug the covers over my head and go back to sleep. I’m not adulting today.