The Alpha's Baby(4)

Suddenly, she began to worry that going to Sebastian's apartment was a bad idea after all. He was starting to act a little crazy. At one hundred and fifty pounds, she had more meat on her than some girls, but that didn't mean that a man Sebastian's size couldn't overpower her and peel off her skin as if she was a human orange.

She shivered in horror and disgust. God, she had to get a grip on her overactive imagination. Now she was terrifying herself.

"Emmy," Sebastian finally said.

"Uh-huh?" She stared at him.

"Nothing," he said. "I just wanted to say your name."

The words made her gasp. He sounded almost whimsical.

"Okay." She frowned at him, unsure of what she was supposed to say to that.

Fortunately, Sebastian finally came to a stop in front of apartment 209, giving her a distraction from her confusion. Light returned to his eyes. Still, he was blinking rapidly and she swore he looked a tad feverish.

Despite his potential fever, he had the sense of mind to unlock his apartment door. A true gentleman, he held the door open for her. She hesitated briefly before entering his place. Once inside, she gasped in shock as she examined her surroundings. Sebastian was without a doubt OCD. His apartment, carpeted in all white, was sparkling. A black leather couch sat in front of a large television. A coffee table, so shiny she could have used it as a mirror, was positioned in front of the sofa. The kitchen, which adjoined with the living room, didn't have so much as a plate left out on the counter. She wasn't exactly Miss Messy, but she didn't scrub and polish until her hand fell off either. Now she was terrified of even sitting down, especially since her rear end couldn't possibly be as clean as Sebastian's shimmering couch.

"You're place is clean." Clean being the understatement of the year. She wondered if he'd have a heart attack if he saw her apartment.

"I like to keep things orderly." He motioned at the couch. "Please sit down."

She glanced at the blood dribbling down her leg and hesitated. He followed her gaze.

"Don't worry about the blood," he said, correctly guessing why she wore such a concerned expression. "I know how to get it out of my carpet."

The words made her stiffen. "How do you know that?"

"I think everybody has had blood on their carpet sometime or another." His face gave nothing away. "Scratches and cuts happen to everyone, right?"

"I suppose." She shrugged.

Finally, she made her way over to the sofa and sat down. As she stretched out her leg, Sebastian went into the kitchen. She heard the sound of running water and a moment later he returned with a white towel.

He headed over to her. "We need to clean the injury."

Nodding, she reached for the towel, but to her surprise, he sunk to his knees in front of her and gently ran the wet towel along her blood-drenched skin. When he reached her wound, he gave her an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry," he said. "This might hurt a little."

"Just get it over with." She waved away his concerns. "At work, I get injures all the time. In fact, just yesterday I was burned on the—"

He pressed the towel against her knee.

"Son of a bitch!" she wailed at the top of her lungs.

Wincing, he pulled back.

"I'll go grab some more towels." He rose to his feet.

"Better yet, get me a tranquilizer," she said.

The man made a noise that sounded like a mix between a chuckle and a moan.

As she groused, he disappeared down the hall. She glared at her knee, half wishing that she could will away the pain. When Sebastian reappeared a moment later, he was carrying more towels.

"I'm afraid I don't have any bandages or antiseptic," he said. "I've never had much use for them."

"You've had blood on your carpet, but you don't have a use for bandages?" She studied him, frowning.

Sebastian just chuckled. "Let's wrap a towel around your knee until it stops bleeding. After that, I'll walk you back to your car."

"That could take a while," she said. "Are you sure that's okay with you?"

"I'm in good company, so I don't mind." The guy flashed a charming, roguish smile.

Something happened to her then that hadn't happened in years—her heart thundered. To make matters worse, creatures were raging in her stomach that were much larger than fluttering butterflies. Oh no, no, no. Her heart wasn't allowed to pound for a sexy and heroic stranger. After all, he was so far out of her league that it was laughable. Though she held herself in high regard, she knew that a fish and a merman weren't adequate mates.

"Good to see you're back to normal," she muttered under her breath, desperate to distract herself from her racing heart and the animals parading around in her stomach. "You were acting pretty weird for a moment there."