But when I did, I found Liza still gazing into the office, her eyes glittering the way they did whenever she let herself check out Adam.
“Yeah, Kenzie Engelman is the epitome of spoiled and clueless, but I can’t even blame her for this,” she said, her head tilted to the side as she bit the corner of her lip. “Sorry. I know Adam drives you nuts, but we’ve been discussing him all day in The Pit. He just looks… so fucking hot today. I honestly don’t know how you do it.”
I don’t, I thought bitterly, but I smiled through a couple more lines of chit-chat before Liza went back to her desk. And as soon as she was gone, as if on cue, Kenzie came out on her own.
But this time, she stood in front of my desk till I slowly lifted my head and looked up at her and her little scowl.
“He told me to send you in,” she said.
I raised my eyebrows.
Shit.
It definitely said something when Adam was having Kenzie deliver messages to me.
“Okay,” I said awkwardly, watching Kenzie then turn on her heel, walk down the hall and then grab her purse off her desk before leaving for the evening.
Only then did I look around, noticing what time it was and that almost everyone had gone home.
The quiet made me feel especially unnerved as I got up and went into Adam’s office, where I found him thumbing through a report on his desk.
I stood at the door for another few seconds before he spoke without looking up.
“You were at your desk a few minutes ago. Is there a reason you just let Kenzie walk in?”
I drew in a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” I said genuinely. “I was just trying to… write an email,” I added, but it was such a blatant, half-hearted lie that when Adam looked up at me, his eyes glinted with a mix of scorn and amusement.
“Were you?” he asked, his question sounding so much like a taunt that I felt my tongue naturally gearing up to fire back. But then he spoke again. “Or were you trying to picture my dick based on what you felt this weekend?”
What.
The blood promptly drained from my face as I stared.
How…
The hell…?
My heartbeat was already thumping in my ears as I gaped unblinkingly for another few seconds. Then it hit me. And with a violent twist in my stomach, I realized why Georgia suddenly stopped replying mid-conversation. Because I didn’t send those last few texts to her.
I’d accidentally sent them to Adam.
Fuck.
Blood rushed to my tingling lips as they parted but said nothing. Speechless, I could only watch as Adam leaned back in his seat, his blue eyes glimmering on me as he adjusted the crisp white cuffs of his shirt.
“For the sake of your productivity, I’d be more than happy to show you,” he said, the corner of his mouth twisted up in such a devilish smirk that it took me a second to process what he was offering me right now in this office.
To show me his dick.
I was stunned, every inch of my skin on fire as I simply stared in silence at Adam. He cocked an eyebrow.
“So are you gonna tell me what we did in that dream?”
My mouth pursed into a line as I tried to find my words. It took several seconds, and they were shaky, but it was better than nothing. “I’d rather not.”
“And why is that?”