because I think that un-brushed hair is, well…” Standing across from Trevor, I paused, swallowing, not knowing what to say, but not wanting my train of thought to derail into awkward silence. “I just think it looks really nice.”
I knew I was beginning to have trouble thinking clearly, and I knew I was starting to sound like a complete ass. My face flamed, but Trevor, however, didn’t seem to mind my nonsensical talking. The trace of amusement still present on his features seemed to intensify a degree, and when he spoke, I thought I could detect a hint of amusement present in his voice as well.
“Well, that’s an interesting way to think; to think that un-brushed hair looks ‘really nice.’ Though I have to admit, when it comes to your hair in particular, I have to agree with you. Even un-brushed, your hair does look very nice. It’s very pretty. Same as your sweet, heart-shaped face.”
I hadn’t thought it was possible for my face to get any hotter, but I’d been wrong. I now felt like I had a fever again. Though at the same time, I wanted to smile. Almost felt like I couldn’t help it, really. It seemed as if some feeling that had welled in my chest when Trevor had said what he had, had floated right up to my mouth. And so, giving in to this feeling, not being able not to, I gave Trevor a little smile, not even realizing that my tightly-folded arms had loosened and fallen from my chest to my sides.
“Well, thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”
He started to smile in return, but he didn’t really reach full smile. The smile kind of froze on his face, and he just looked at me for a moment. Right before his half-smile suddenly became a frown.
Raking a hand through his thick, honey-brown hair, he then spoke at me without looking into my eyes. “I’ll come back to get you in a few hours, after Dr. Moore has given you one more final checkup before she leaves to go back to DC.”
It was as if some switch had been turned. His expression was now cold and stern again, like how it had been when he’d first entered the room. He seemed cold and stern. It seemed as if he’d allowed a different part of him to come out, a likely much warmer part than he usually showed as commander-in-chief, but then something had made him close that part back up again. Like maybe he didn’t like my smile or something.
Confused, irritated, and maybe even a tiny bit hurt, though I didn’t want to admit it, I folded my arms across my chest again and responded to what he’d said with as much ice in my voice as I could muster. “That’s fine. I’ll be ready to go the moment Dr. Moore gives me the okay. However, you should know that I haven’t yet officially decided whether or not I’m going to consent to try for a baby with you. I know at the time I was frozen, I agreed to have a child with any man who claimed me, for the good of humanity, and I do feel that I should honor that agreement, but to be perfectly honest, I’ve begun to rethink my decision since I’ve been thawed, and I think I have a right to do so.”
Still stern-faced, Trevor responded while looking into my eyes, though somehow looking through them at the same time. “You do have that right. I’m not in the business of forcing a woman to do anything she doesn’t want to do. However, I’d like you to stay at my residence while you’re making up your mind.”
“Why?”
“I’d like you to see where you could live for the rest of your life if you agree to enter into the business relationship of having a child, or children, with me.”
I scoffed, almost unconsciously taking the tiniest of steps back from him. “So, it’s true what I’ve heard. This business of you having heirs is just that. It’s just purely a business arrangement to you.”
Mirroring my pose, Trevor had folded his arms across his chest, and he’d also clenched his strong jaw. Now he unclenched it just enough to speak. “Yes. This is just a business arrangement to me. No