Rosalynn had to take a moment, but she managed to calm herself. She sat up and put on her nightdress.

“Don't call me that. Who let you into my home?"

Brian didn't take offense to her hostility. Instead, he said in a cajoling tone, “Honey, whether you admit it or not, we are husband and wife."

Rosalynn narrowed her eyes at him.

“You slept with me without my consent. I can sue you for rape!"

He was currently naked, and the early morning Light accentuated his sculpted muscles perfectly.

Brian looked at her huffing face for a moment before fetching his phone from the nightstand.

“Why don't you Listen to this first?"

Rosalynn had already lifted the covers and was about to get out of bed when a recorded conversation rang out in the room.

“Say you Love me, Rosalynn.”

"I Love you!"

“Who am I?"

“You're Brian." ind who am I to you?"

‘ou're my husband.”

“That's right, sweetheart. I love you too."

She sounded coy and seductive on the audio clip.

Rosalynn froze, mortified by what she had just heard. She whirled around and glared at Brian.

“Are you out of your mind?"

That was pillow talk! How could he record such a thing?

And what irked her the most was the way that she sounded.

“Come on, play nice. Or I might not mind letting everyone know how cute you sound in bed."

Brian put his phone aside and leaned back against the pillows with a slow, smug smile.