Brandy’s POV
He’s crazy, the man is completely crazy . . he has to be . . . maybe he hit his head on something on the way up? He has to have done because, who just offers up their sperm to a coworker? Especially in the way that he offered it! Like I’m going to just sleep with him for a baby . . .
I pace around my kitchen, the conversation from earlier rattling around my head on repeat, as it has been since Kane swaggered out of my office leaving me in a state of confusion and disbelief.
I turn abruptly, making my way to the refrigerator and pull open the door, removing a half full bottle of wine from the top shelf and placing it on the counter. Opening the cabinet above, I reach for a wine glass before I stop myself, my fingers inches from the stem before I slowly retract them and shut
