What is happening?
My stunned stare stayed fixed on my Adam even as his fell with a fluttering reluctance.
Down the front of my robe.
Shit. Only then did I realize how much it had fallen open in my struggle to keep him in the room.
So he wouldn’t fight my fiancé—no.
My ex-fiancé.
“God, what is happening,” I exhaled, dropping my hands from Adam’s chest and hastily tying my robe shut.
But before I could fully get myself together, I jumped at the sensation of a buzzing at my feet. What the—? I looked down.
My phone. I didn’t even realize when I had dropped it. All I knew was that Caspar’s name and face were glowing on the screen, forcing my mind back to everything that just happened downstairs in his room.
And though I picked up the phone, I didn’t pick up his call. All I did was stand there, feeling my fury flood back as his stupid texts flooded in. One after another then another and another till out of pure irritation, I swiped to look at them.
CASPAR: Pick up the phone.
CASPAR: Let me explain.
CASPAR: AJ we’re adults let’s talk about this
CASPAR: For Christ’s sake don’t be this immature you couldn’t have gone far wearing that.
The last text sent me over, so without thinking, I fired back.
ME: You’re right I didn’t go far. I went to Adam’s room.
The text had barely delivered before he was calling again, and this time, I picked up. But I could barely open my mouth before Caspar hissed at me like the snake he was.
“What, are you going to fuck him, AJ?” he demanded, so livid I could practically hear his spittle hitting the phone.
“And what if I did?” I asked, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction when I heard the two seconds of Caspar’s sputtering gibberish before he finally made real words.
“AJ... just get the hell back here, alright? I didn’t have sex with Vicky and I swear to God, if you do anything with Adam, it’s over between us!”
“Oh, I promise you, Caspar,” I almost laughed. “It’s already over. But if fucking Adam means you’ll never speak to me again then I’ll go ahead and start getting naked for him now.”
“Goddammit, AJ! Just tell me where the fuck you—”
I hung up.
And as soon as it was silent again, I came back to earth, processing everything I just said… along with the fact that I’d just threatened to fuck my boss in front of my boss.
Oh God.
Eyes wide, I looked back up at Adam.
He was still standing right in front of me, a solemn statue watching me closely
“Sorry,” I said, my voice coming out breathy. “I was just trying to piss him off.”
“Do whatever you have to do,” he murmured. Silence stretched between us for another second before he said, “You know I have your back.”
I nodded, his words somehow assuring me and firing me up at the same time. I was so pissed at Caspar that I imagined something crazy. Something so screwed up I had to blink hard to get the filthy image out of my mind.