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I winced, not a fan of his being hurt.
“What do you have planned today?” he asked.
I slumped back and huffed out a laugh. “Seriously?”
He followed me down to the bed, kissing along my jaw, then my neck. “Yeah. Seriously.”
“Umm, nothing? Same as the day before?”
He lifted his head and frowned at me. “Aw. Are you telling me that you’re bored when I’m not here?”
“Like you’d care.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I thought we went through this last night.”
I held in a growl but rolled my eyes. “Not that you don’t care about me.” I realized now that he had to care to some extent if he could be invested enough to get jealous. “But you haven’t been concerned about what I did when you weren’t near before.”
“I thought you were reading that one book. I saw it lying around.”
I nodded. “Where’d that come from, anyway?”
“Hugo—one of the supervisors. His wife gave it to him to give to me when I asked for something for a woman to read.”
I smiled. “Well, I’m not much of a reader.”
“Then what do you do?”
I sat up.Other than worry about your reaction to my being pregnant?“You really want to know?”
He nodded, sitting up as well.
“First I worry about what will happen to me after I tell you I’m pregnant. I mean, if I’m pregnant. Then I daydream about what I’d like to happen. And then I start to imagine what I’d be doing if I weren’t here.”
He blinked. “All right. What is it?”
I stared at him.
“What would you be doing if you weren’t here?”
“And I still had debt to pay off? Easy. I’d be working.”
“Without the debt.”
I licked my lips. “I don’t know. I used to like going to the gym and staying fit. That was one of the small reasons I didn’t mind dancing. It was a good workout.”
“Then use the gym here.”
I blinked, surprised at how simple that was. “Okay.”
“If you have any interests that would preoccupy you, tell me. I can’t read your mind.” He got up, stretching.
I was too weak to stare at his dick. “You’ve been preoccupying me.”
He gave me a naughty smile. “And I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. I’m serious, Sloane. If you’re bored and idle, then you’re bound to concoct more ways to be stubborn and combative with me.”
“I am not,” I argued.
“See?” He smirked. “Within reason, you can preoccupy yourself while you are here until you are pregnant. Hobbies, reading, whatever you want.”