Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(121)

“Oh, you mean Joshua? He decided he’d rather room elsewhere,” he said casually, but there was no missing the satisfaction in his voice.

“What did you do?” she demanded even as she made her way out of the bathroom and bedroom. She walked across the living room and threw Joshua’s door open.

Joshua was gone and so was the double mattress, she noted, frowning.

“You son of a bitch!” came the muffled roar from the hallway.

She walked to her front door and opened it, not really sure what to expect, but what she didn’t expect to find was a bare mattress secured to the wall across the hall with Joshua upside down and attached to it by what looked like a lot of duct tape over bare skin. She winced, imagining the tape being yanked off.

The sign taped to his feet caught her attention and had her lips twitching. “Get Your own mate, ass**le.”

“Do you want help?” she asked, stepping into the hallway, not really sure how she was going to get him down without hurting him.

“Yes!” he hissed out, struggling against his bonds.

“Don’t worry about him, Munchkin,” Chris said, startling the hell out of her.

She turned around to find him dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his lean h*ps and his glare narrowed solely on her.

“I’d worry about yourself if I were you,” he said coldly as he reached out and snagged her wrist.

“Wait a minute! Let’s talk about this!” she practically pleaded as he pulled her back into the apartment and slammed the door shut.

“You bastard!” Joshua yelled, but he didn’t seem to care.

She stumbled back away from him as he started to stalk towards her. Her eyes widened when he slowly removed his towel and began to dry off, but what really had her attention was the large angry looking erection between his legs that seemed to be following after her.

“I’m curious as to how you managed to convince Eric to allow you to stay here,” he said casually as if he weren’t stalking after her with a damn monster between his legs.

“It wasn’t that difficult. The Sentinel network needs an overhaul and I can do it. Not to mention that he wants my programs,” she said with a casualness that she wasn’t feeling. She was so unbelievably turned on right now that she was having a problem focusing.

Did wanting a man she was pissed at make her a slut?

If it did she didn’t care. He wasn’t forgiven for turning his back on her, he probably never would be, but she wanted him. Now.

Her legs began to tremble as she quickened her pace away from him and she felt moisture pool between her legs. It frustrated her that she could react to a man that wanted nothing to do with her or their baby like this.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She shouldn’t want him. She should be slapping him and screaming at him, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t and she hated herself for that.

“So, you tricked him into letting you stay here,” Chris surmised, still following after her. She nearly fell over an end table in her mad attempts to get away from him.

“I didn’t trick him!” she snapped back. She hadn’t. All she did was point out the fact that his network sucked and that she could fix it and of course Sebastian pointed out that the security they set up sucked. She would have loved to negotiate Sebastian’s freedom, but he wouldn’t let her. The only thing he asked for was for someone to watch out for his family.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now. You decided you just had to play at being a Sentinel, so guess what, Munchkin?

You and I are going to play,” he said, sending a delicious shiver through her body.

“W-what do you mean?” she asked, licking her lips as she rushed around the couch to get away from him.

“Exactly what it sounded like, Munchkin. You want to live here in a Sentinel compound then you’re going to act like a Sentinel. You’re going to train and do your duties without bitching. Since you’re mated that also means that you’ll keep house for me, cook, doctor my wounds and spread your legs when I have excess energy,” he bit out, not sounding particularly happy about it.

That was okay with her because she wasn’t happy with his little assumptions either. She rushed around the coffee table as she tried to decide with little misconception she should correct first.

“I work in the IT department, buddy, and whether or not you think that’s work, I don’t care. I’ll be putting in long hours and probably won’t have time for anything else.”

“As long as you make time to have dinner on the table for me, a box of band aides ready and you’re wet for me,” he said, reaching out to grab her, but she jumped out of the way at the last second.

“Another thing,” she said, forcing herself to keep moving and keep her eyes on his face to lessen the chances of become distracted. “I’m pregnant and apparently will be giving birth in four months instead of nine months so I think it’s safe to say that I can’t exactly train just yet.”

He stubbornly shook his head. “You will train. I already spoke with Eric,” he said and she just bet that he did. It was probably more along the line so telling him to ship her ass off again. “It doesn’t matter that you are pregnant. You will fulfill your duties if you want to live here. If you don’t……” he said, letting his words trail off pointedly.