Page 81 of Princess of Pride
Lachlan’s face hovers above mine, concern in his eyes. His hand is on my cheek.
“What?” I croak.
“You passed out.”
“I did?” Explains why I feel weird. And why his face is above mine now when last I saw it buried between my legs
“Yes,” he stresses. “You did. For several minutes.”
“And you’re mad?”
“I’m concerned. Do you have a disorder I don’t know about?”
“No,” I say groggily. “I don’t have anything.”
“But you have a mom who died.”
I forgot I told him that. I try to sit up.
He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the couch, sitting while holding me across his lap.
“I don’t need you to hold me.” I try to get away, but the truth is, I’m too weak. Maybe somethingiswrong with me.
“I have my doctor coming to check you.”
“Doctor?” Panic rises in me. “That’s not necessary.”
“Well, he’s coming.” He holds me firmly, making it clear I’m not getting away.
“Coming here?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“Now!” I glance down. My slip is fully on, but it’s wet from what we did. I’m a mess. It will be so obvious. “Lachlan, let me up. I can’t be seen like this. I’m fine. I swear.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Lachlan!” My strength is returning. I squirm but it’s no use.
“Once the doctor examines you, I’ll let you go, but only if he says you’re healthy.”
“You didn’t call a doctor when I was drugged.” I lift my head.
“I did. He saw you before we took off, and we foundthe syringe so he could test what drug they used on you. We wouldn’t have taken off otherwise.”
“Who is this world-traveling doctor?”
“I have more than one.”
I sigh and drop my head on his arm. “This is crazy. I’ve been fine my whole life.”
“You’ve never been sexual. You’ve never orgasmed.”
“You don’t know that!”
