Page 74 of One Baby Daddy
“We also did some silly touristy things like the Statue of Liberty and touring Ellis Island. And his photo shoot. Oh my God, Emma. I know you’re madly in love with Tucker, but I am one hundred percent positive if you were there, you might have considered leaving him.”
“That good?”
“Ugh, so good.” I sit on the lid of the toilet, towel wrapped around me, and start applying lotion to my body, prepping my face for what little makeup I put on. “He was in underwear and that was it. The lights made every indent and crevice of muscle stand out, and then he starts pulling down the waistband of his briefs.”
“Oh damn.”
“Oh damn is right.” Opening my drawer, I shuffle around for my brush, not paying attention to what I’m doing. “It was so hot. Every woman in the area stopped what they were doing and watched.” My hand connects with something plastic and I move it to the side still searching for my brush.
“Please tell me you guys had sex. For the love of God, tell me you finally did it.”
Laughing, I stand to look in the drawer. “Oh yeah, we had—” I pause, my words falling from my lips when I focus on the plastic thing my hand was hitting. Oh fuck.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
“Adalyn, are you there?”
“I . . . am.”
Picking up my birth control pills with shaky hands, I slowly open the top.
“Is everything okay?”
Swallowing hard, eyeing the pills in the pack that should have been taken, I shake my head. “No, it’s not.”
“What’s going on? Do I need to drive over there?”
Deflated, I lean against my bathroom wall and fall to the floor. “Emma . . .”
“Yes? What’s going on?”
Taking a deep breath, I count the amount of pills I’ve forgotten to take.
Six.
Six freaking pills!
How on earth could I forget six freaking birth control pills?
“Umm, let’s say someone forget to take their birth control pills and then had . . . um, unprotected sex against a wall in a dressing room. What are the chances they could get pregnant?”
“Please tell me you’re asking for a friend.”
“I wish I was.”
“Oh Adalyn, what the hell were you thinking?”
Pressing my hand against my forehead, I groan. “I wasn’t thinking. The man had me so horny from his photo shoot and holding out on me, that I kind of just jumped his bones the minute the opportunity presented itself.”
“Which was in a dressing room against a wall?”
“Yes, but for what it’s worth, it was the best sex I’ve ever had . . . until he took me back to the hotel and fucked me in the shower.”
“Let me guess, no condom?”
Oh Jesus Christ.
What the hell was I thinking?Did I really lose all common sense the minute Hayden’s penis made an appearance?
