"That's because you're never here in the morning," she muttered, wondering what cruel twist of fate had made him decide to pick this particular morning to linger in her company. "You go to bed with me, but you choose to wake up somewhere else." With someone else. The words were left unsaid, but a gleam of sardonic humour flickered in his very sexy dark eyes.
"You think I spend half the night making love with you and then move on to the next woman? A sort of sexual conveyor-belt, perhaps?"
"I honestly don't want to know where you go at three in the morning." She gave a moan as another wave of nausea washed over her. "Oh, go away, please. I don't even care at the moment—I can't believe you're seeing me like this. You're never going to find me sexy again."