Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 191 What If

Evan's chest rises and falls heavily as he pulls his hand back, his eyes meeting mine. I want to friggen climb the man like a tree and have my way with him. Doesn't he see that? No, he doesn't. He's just like Paul-work always comes first. When he's working, nothing else crosses his mind. He's completely focused on the job.

"Evan..." I gaze up at the man.

"Ok, Roger that."

For fuck's sake! I'm gonna pull that earpiece out and shove it up his-

"All set, ma'am." Evan opens the door and guides me down the hall to the cafeteria. Though the room is busy, the first person I notice is Jonah. Him and that never-ending pit of his.

"Tapeworm, Jonah Marshall. You may want to check those issues out." I snort and grab a tray

"I don't have any issues, just high metabolism." He shrugs me off.

Both Evan and I follow Jonah to the coffee bar. The guys pour hot coffee into their Styrofoam cups while I dip a teabag in mine. Evan remains on high alert, scoping the place out before leading us to an empty table.

"Relax, caveman. No one is here for me. They all want Nate." 

"People are crazy, Trisha. You're Nate's personal assistant," He pulls a chair out for me, and I sit down, not quite used to this old-fashioned chivalry. These days, you're lucky if someone holds the door open for you.

"Yeah..and.."

"You're the closest thing to Nate Hollan, remember?" Jonah declares, keeping his voice down so we don't draw attention. "We've been over this before. You are the one who knows every single little thing about the guy. The way he likes his tea, the brand of toothpaste he prefers..."

"Yeah, yeah, the brand of condoms he uses, I get it alright?" I roll my eyes. "Never mind, scratch that last one. Vasectomy."

"No...don't scratch that one. It hasn't been six weeks, and he hasn't been to the urologist to give a sample."

"Say what now?" My eyes widen and bounce from Evan's to Jonah's.

"A sample, you know... a sperm sample. They have to check to make sure he is sterile. It can take weeks, sometimes longer, for those suckers to die off." Jonah explains, catching me off guard.

"Wait...so..he goes there and..... gives them a sample?" I ask curiously. "How?"

"How do you think?" Jonah takes a big bite of his sandwich, not bothered by the conversation where whereas I can tell Evan wants to be anywhere but at this table right now.

"Like, he brings the sample in or something?"

"Why are we having this discussion?" Evan asks.

"What!? I genuinely want to know!!" 

"No, you have to provide the sample on the spot. You can't bring it from home." Jonah is gearing up to go into full nurse mode with his detailed explanations, but I keep cutting him off with more questions as I sip my tea.

"So he has to..you know..there?! In the doctor's office??"

"Well, they have a collection room. You know, the "Honeymoon Suite."  He raises his hands in quotation marks, and Evan practically falls off his chair.

"Oh God," Evan mutters.

"Why are you so edgy? You said you had a va-" I stare at the bodyguard.

"I didn't go and talk about it!"

"Anyways, I want to know about this collection room. How do they just expect you to... perform... on the spot?"

"Trish, it doesn't take much. Plus, the room has all the essentials needed. A vinyl "love" seat, a magazine rack with a variety of classic adult magazines,"