“But I don’t do well with surprises. I don’t like the unexpected.” I had no idea what to say. “Oh. I’m sorry.” He acted like he hadn’t heard me, because his expression remained stern. “I don’t like my plans being disrupted.” It bubbled up out of habit. “I’m sorry.” “And I had plans for you. This,” his gaze swept over my nude form, “is way ahead of my schedule.”

