“Don’t do that unless you want to get fucked, AJ.”
My eyes glazed over as I stared at the shattered glass, the low murmur of his threat sending both a chill up my spine and a flood of heat in my panties.
Holy hell.
This is your fucking boss, AJ, I reminded myself as the servers began sweeping at my feet. The man who employs you, so for the love of God, peel yourself off his rock-hard body and throw your panties in the trash like this never happened, I implored myself as Josh’s laugh pierced through my fog.
“Damn, babe. Got you all wet.”
He leaned down, dabbing a napkin to the back of my calf and alerting me to the fact that clean-up was over now—that I was standing on my own two feet, staring at a fully swept floor as I felt the remaining bit of Adam’s touch—his hand on my hip—slide slowly off my body.
“My bad, AJ. Let’s get you another drink,” Josh said as I finally lifted my head to look over at Adam. And as soon as our eyes locked, my heart leapt in my throat.
He was leaning casually against the bar and at first glance he was stoic, impassive.
But I could see the thick, hot lust behind his heavy-lidded gaze, and the half-second clench of his jaw as our eyes remained locked for another few seconds.
Don’t do that unless you want to get fucked, AJ.
Did he really say that to me? It was ten seconds ago, but it felt like a fever dream now.
“Come on. I got some friends to introduce you to,” Josh said as he placed a flute of champagne in my hands.
I was still staring at Adam, but without protest, I let Josh usher me away, because I needed to separate myself right now.
I needed to be as far as physically possible from Adam for the rest of the night, because as many times as we’d played things off this weekend, the tension was now unmanageable.
I mean how could it not be? I had just felt the full length of Adam’s cock throbbing against me and my pussy hasn’t stopped clenching since. My head was still spinning and I was so worked up I could barely handle Josh touching my back as he introduced me to some people whose names I didn’t even try to catch.
Still, I stood up straight, giving my best smile and chatting along, faking perfectly normal despite the fact that Josh was letting his hand slide down to the small of my back.
And the fact that Adam was still watching me like a hawk from the bar.
I didn’t have to look to know. I could feel it. I’d always been able to feel his stare and generally, I didn’t mind that. I liked it. It made communication between us faster. Easier. But tonight, he was weaponizing it. Using it to remind me of what I felt before.
Which was admittedly the hottest ten seconds of my life.
Shit. I needed to text Georgia.
No.
As soon as I had the thought, I changed my mind, because I knew I couldn’t. My best friend had been suppressing Team Adam vibes for years now, and I knew she’d only be the devil on my shoulder—especially when she heard the full story. That Caspar cheated. That technically, I could sleep with Adam if I really wanted to.
So I whipped out my phone to text the strictest voice of reasoning in my life.
ME: Tell me I can’t sleep with my boss.
EMILY: Excuse me??
EMILY: Obviously you can’t?? Why are you texting me this??
When I didn’t answer right away, she called, but I ignored it, so she texted again.
EMILY: What is happening right now?? You are ENGAGED Adrienne are you on drugs???
I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
I was not engaged. But I couldn’t rule out the drugs. I hadn’t taken any, but they would certainly explain the absolute batshit crazy taking over my mind right now. It was bad, taking on a life of its own and forcing me to imagine a scenario in which I just went home with Adam tonight and let him fuck me as hard as I knew he would.