Reckless (Irresistible 6)
And just about the second my butt hit my chair, a pair of texts buzzed into my phone.
ADAM: I’ve asked her five times to leave
ADAM: Get the hell in here and save me already
I smirked, tapping the space bar on my computer to wake up my screen. Out of sheer pettiness, I opted to fire off a few emails before making any attempt to help.
But then came the third text.
ADAM: You’re working tomorrow morning if you don’t come get her now
“Oh, come on,” I grumbled.
I had specifically requested tomorrow morning off so I could have a little more time to bask in the glow of the passionate morning sex I fully expected to have with Caspar, and while I doubted Adam would actually renege on his decision, I wasn’t about to risk it either.
I’d purchased way too much pricy lingerie and endured far too much waxing pain to put this weekend in any sort of jeopardy.
So after finishing the last sentence of my email, I grabbed my planner, my file and swiveled my chair to the left, walking the four steps it was to Adam’s office and shooting a look that said drama queen as soon as our eyes locked over Kenzie’s shoulder.
I let the shaming sink in for a good two seconds, but then with a swift transition to a look of exaggerated concern, I gave a knock on the door.
“So sorry to interrupt, Adam,” I said gently just as Kenzie whipped her blonde head around. “But your housekeeper called. She said it happened again.”
There was a creak in Adam’s chair as he paused and eyed me warily. “What?”
“The dry cleaner. They broke the zipper on your good pair of footie pajamas.”
Adam stared at me. An instant look of what the fuck glimmered in his eyes as he gave a long pause, like he was trying to decide if he hated me right now or if he found this reasonably amusing.
It was often a fine line.
“Which one?” he finally asked, with just enough of a frown in his brow to portray a sense of meaningful concern.
Kenzie whipped her head from him back to me as I grimly said, “The alligator one. With the spiky tail.”
“Fuck.”
“Wait.” Kenzie sat stiffly, her eyes shifting from side to side. “I don’t get it… why is this such a big deal?”
“Oh…” I bit my lip and peered up at Adam, as if seeking permission to tell her. “Well, you know, after such long, stressful days, Adam can’t sleep unless he’s wearing a special onesie.”
Kenzie stared, her nose wrinkling a little. “Really?” She turned from me back to him. “Really?”
He nodded seriously.
“She’s on line one now, Adam, if you want to talk to her,” I said before holding the door open. “Sorry, Kenzie—do you mind giving him some privacy?”
We both kept our straight faces as I saw Kenzie silently out, but as soon as I closed
the door behind me, Adam let out a snort.
“You’re an asshole,” he informed me as he turned back to his laptop.
“Learned from the best,” I smiled brightly.
“Can’t argue that.”
“So Kenzie being at the fundraiser tomorrow night…” I stepped forward to stand in front of his desk. “Will that count as three of your exes in one room?”