Star Struck by Laurelin Paige Page B

can’t be a coincidence.”
    “It can’t?” Seth scratched behind his neck. “Hollywood isn’t really that big of a town.”
    Of course he’d evade her. Like always. Talking to Seth was like playing a game of Ring around the Rosie. He liked to force her to be blunt. “I’m just going to come right out and ask—are you stalking me?”
    “ Stalking you? God, I forgot how high and mighty you were.”
    “It’s a reasonable question.” Had he averted his eyes when he answered? Maybe that was her imagination. “Look, I’ve never seen you before in my life and suddenly you’re everywhere.”
    “I’m not everywhere. Add drama queen to your list of personality traits.”
    “Whatever.”
    “If that’s all…” He straightened.
    “No, wait. That’s not all.”
    “What?”
    “I have something to… Did you…I mean…” She stumbled over her words. As many times as she’d practiced this conversation, none of her lines seemed right. She put a hand to each temple and closed her eyes. “I wasn’t on birth control,” she spat out. She opened her eyes slightly, peering at him like she’d peer at a bad accident—not wanting to see, but needing to all the same.
    “Okay.” Seth drew the two short syllables out, as if he didn’t know how to react to her statement.
    “That night. At the hotel.” Was he purposefully making this difficult?
    He nodded once, leaning back onto the counter. “I figured that’s what you meant.” His hand came up to rub his chin, which was stubbly from a long day on set. “What I can’t figure out is why you’re telling me.”
    “Are you kidding me?” He was purposefully making this more difficult. He had to be. But if he wanted her to spell it out for him, she could do that and still keep her head high. Maybe.
    “Seth, when a woman isn’t on birth control, other precautionary measures are needed.” She spoke slowly, as if explaining to a child. When he still registered no understanding on his face, she rolled her eyes. “I’m asking if other measures were taken.”
    Seth laughed. A deep belly laugh that Heather felt vibrate in the center of her womb. Her face flushed, partly from embarrassment, partly from frustration. Partly from desire. God, this man was such an incredible ass. She’d been worrying and fretting about being pregnant for two plus weeks and here he was laughing at her.
    And her stupid body couldn’t respond in any way but to want him.
    Dammit, Seth had made her life such an incredible nightmare. If he wasn’t going to answer her, was just going to laugh at her, then she wanted him to go. Then she could cry out her humiliation in private.
    She opened her mouth to tell him to leave, but he spoke before she could. “I shouldn’t be laughing.”
    Relief swept through her. Thank God, he had a decent bone in his body.
    He frowned. “I should be offended.” Her brows rose in startled confusion. “I just don’t know if I’m more offended that you think I wouldn’t use a condom or that you think we had sex that you can’t remember.” Before she even had time to register what he was saying, he backed her up against the stainless steel refrigerator, caging her with his body. His voice was gravelly, his breath hot on her face. “Because if we did fuck, princess, you’d remember.”
    Her mouth fell open as she tried to sort out what he meant. “But I remember…”
    “Yes, I went down on you.” His eyes darkened. “And you enjoyed it. And it was incredibly beautiful. Then I left.”
    He left. Huh.
    A sickening feeling rolled through her as she realized he hadn’t even tried to get on her.
    “I left because I’d had too much to drink and you were passed out. Not because I wasn’t interested. I was trying not to be a total douche.”
    She licked her lips. “But you were interested, though.” Why did she even give a shit? She should be celebrating her not-a-chance-she-was-pregnant status and move on. Instead, she was practically begging for him