Amy winced. “I’m not sure.”
Adam wrapped her up in his arms and they danced close. She could feel his hard cock pressing hungrily against her, but she tried to ignore it. “You know,” he said, “me and my parents have just spent the last half hour trying to figure how to get him not to drop out. And the whole time you were actually doing it.”
She smiled coyly. “Sorry.”
“Thank you. Seriously, my parents will be so grateful. My mom liked you anyway, but now she’ll love you.”
“I like her, too. She seems really nice. I like Joseph, too. He’s a good kid.”
“Yeah, uh...” Adam frowned.
“What?”
“Well, it’s stupid, but when you were dancing with Joe… I felt jealous. Possessive, you know. You’re mine and I didn’t like any other man putting his hands on you. Not even my little brother.”
“Should I take it as a compliment?”
“Definitely.” He cupped her chin with a strong hand. “I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me, Amy. I’m so fucking hard for you. Your sexy body’s constantly on my mind. And it’s all I can do to stop myself from taking you right here and now.”
She chuckled, pushing away her thundering arousal. “I actually quite like that idea.”
He kissed her on the forehead, then threw her a playful smirk. “Come on, I’ll show you my old room. There’s something I need to give you.”
Chapter Twelve
Adam’s childhood bedroom was roughly the same size as Amy’s entire apartment, but the size was where the similarity ended. Amy’s apartment was cramped and in need of some decorating, but it was full of her own personal things. Adam’s room here was minimalistically decorated, with a double bed, laminate floor, and functional pine furniture. Even Amy’s bedroom back at her childhood home – where her dad still lived – sported the posters of rock idols and shelves of books that she’d left behind. But Adam’s parents had removed all unique traces of his youth and left him with an empty shell of blandness. Amy wondered what his own apartment was like, and she suddenly realised she didn’t know much about him at all.
She sat down on the squishy bed, feeling nervous. “So did you grow up here? In this huge house?”
He sat next to her and loosened his necktie. “Yeah. It was an interesting upbringing. We moved around a lot in my first ten years, before my dad started making any money. My parents come from humble backgrounds, and they worked their way up to this place. Me and Dylan can remember the old houses – small and grimy. Joseph’s never known any different, you know. That’s probably why he’s the way he is.”
“What d’you mean?”
“Like he doesn’t understand how important education is. Or how lucky he is.”
“Maybe he needs some perspective. Perhaps a bit of travel will broaden his mind?”
Adam drew her into his powerful embrace. “You might be right. Maybe I’ll send him over to London to work as the ops director at our newly acquired software company, and you can stay here.”
Amy smiled shyly. “You don’t really want me here long-time. I think you only like me because I’m a limited-time fling. You want to enjoy me while you can, before I leave, kind of thing.”
Adam caressed her cheek. “Is that what you think?”
“That’s what my head’s telling me.”
“But what’s your heart telling you?”
“Oh, I can’t let my heart control me. I need to think with my head.”
“And what are you thinking?”
“As I said: that you only find me appealing because I’m leaving. As soon as I go back to London, the next woman on your list will appear and I’ll be forgotten.”
He kissed her affectionately on the lips. “I’ll be coming to London soon with Dylan to clarify the final details. Tomorrow won’t be farewell.”
“No. But we’ll have a professional relationship in London. It wouldn’t be the done thing for me to be screwing the new owner of the company.”