I was going to kill him.

That's what I'd been thinking for days now. I'd been calmly contemplating murdering the idiot who'd put me in this position. I'd even considered different techniques before settling on feeding him to a pack of wild dogs. Or pushing him into a well. Or shipping him off to the tundra.

Basically anything that might happen in a Liam Neeson movie.

Cade Dupree better be enjoying his last few days on Earth, because I was going to kill the sonofabitch. Slowly. Just as soon as I took care of my little lapse in judgment.

I was even angrier with myself. I was not a stupid girl. I should have noticed he hadn't put on a rubber. Or that he'd finished inside me.

Twice.

I rubbed my forehead, wondering how the hell I had let this happen. Cade had worked his way under my skin and into my panties. Not just that either, he'd shown me the time of my life. It had been by far the best sex I'd ever had. It wasn't even in the same category.

And then he'd ruined it by pulling this caveman stunt.

It made me so angry I could scream!

Actually, I had screamed.

I cracked a smile at the memory of Cade Dupree cowering from a woman half his size. I'd really let loose with every foul word I could come up with. And then I'd made up a few of my own.

He wasn't the only one who had a way with words.

I sighed. I would take care of this. As for Cade, I had no idea what I would do about him.

I couldn't think about that. About how I would resist him if he came calling again. And judging from his texts and phone calls, he wasn't going to just give up and go away.

I was terrified I would fall right back under his spell again. And then God knows what might happen.

One thing at a time, Camille.

I was sitting in my doctor's office, waiting for them to bring me the drugs I requested. I came in for the morning after pill. But it was taking too long.

Something was wrong.

I sat there, fuming. I wanted to cut Cade up into little bitty pieces with a machete. I wanted to-

"Miss Rivers, I apologize about the delay."

He sat behind his desk and gave me an odd look.

"I'm sorry, but after looking over your chart, I cannot prescribe this medication for you. It's not safe."

I stared at my doctor.

"What do you mean? I can't take the morning after pill?"

"Well Camille, you had that deep vein thrombosis back in your teens… I'm afraid it's just not the solution for you. I spoke to your doctor in New York and she agrees."

"I was on an eighteen hour flight when that happened! It was a fluke."

"I'm sorry but I can't allow it. Have you thought about using condoms instead?"

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. The man was an idiot.

All men were idiots.

"Yes, of course I have. This was a one time thing."

"Well, it only takes once you know."

I almost slapped my forehead in annoyance. My voice sounded strained as I ground the words out. I added the doctor to my kill list.

"That is why I am here."

He smiled reassuringly. Like he thought he was calming me down. It had the opposite effect.

"Well, if you do find yourself pregnant, we can do something about that. But not until later I'm afraid."

It was like a splash of cold water. I sat there, realizing how trapped I was. If that was the only answer…

"You mean get an abortion."

I felt sick as I said the words. It's not that I didn't believe in a woman's right to choose, I just never imagined that woman would be me.

I wasn't sure I could go through with it.

Which meant… Cade may have really screwed me. In more ways than one.

"If that's what you want. Take some time to think about it. It might not even come up."

I nodded numbly and stood up. I would just have to wait and see. I had a strange certainty that I was pregnant already. That was ridiculous though. You couldn't tell after a few days, could you?

I felt so stupid as I walked to my car. Cade was just another misogynistic caveman. An impossibly handsome, funny, talented as hell caveman.

But that didn't change the fact that I'd fallen for his act. Not just his act either.

I was pretty sure I'd fallen for him. I hadn't meant to. I'd done my best to resist him, but it had been impossible. And once he'd put his hands on me… I was lost.

I was literally putty in his huge, manly hands.

I shivered, imagining all the things he'd done to me with those hands. And his lips. And his tongue.

And his-

I turned the AC on, leaning towards it to cool my face. Just the thought of what we'd done together was getting me hot and bothered. If he had been in the car with me at that moment, I wouldn't have known whether to kiss him or smack him.

Or both.

Oh yes. Camille Rivers, the woman who had faced down boardrooms and suits since she was fourteen, was in very big trouble.