Reckless (Irresistible 6)

Okay, no.

I needed out.

So once I finished chugging my champagne, I flashed a smile to the group, ignoring Josh’s bewilderment as I abruptly excused myself to the bathroom, where I found Liza sighing with boredom as she texted. Looking up, she cracked a grin.

“You look like you’re over it,” she snorted. And when I only blinked in response, she went back to texting. “Girl, I’m over it too. Me and the Melissas are sneaking out soon to hit a club. You in?”

My eyes lit up as my brain saw flashes of hope. Sweaty dancing. Sexy strangers.

Zero signs of Adam Maxwell.

I didn’t need to think before I was nodding vigorously.

“Hell yes. Let’s go.”

10

AJ

I felt hot.

Hotter than what could possibly be normal, even given the situation. The way my blood was pumping right now, coursing through me made my lips feel all swollen and tingly.

And I couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed when he looked up at me.

“Do me a favor—make a copy of that and give it to Warner. And try Julian again. He should be back from lunch by now.”

I nodded, watching Adam as he multi-tasked, his eyes laser-focused on an email on his laptop while his hands flipped through a file for a paper.

It was our third day back at the office since the pure havoc of the weekend. And it was my third day back since the night I ran off to the club with Liza.

The plan had been to grind against a hot guy at a club, go the hell home with him and then have a thrilling one-night stand that would satiate me for at least the next week—or whenever I got my ass on Tinder to find a decent fuck buddy in LA.

But that wasn’t what happened.

“Enjoy your sleepover with Deb?”

That had been the wry question that Adam had greeted me with at the airport the next morning, and though I couldn’t be sure he knew all the details—that I couldn’t find a guy I was willing to sleep with and wound up going home with Deb from accounting and watching Nightline with her while she complained about her husband—I could guess, judging from that prickish ghost of a smirk on his face, that he knew.

He knew I couldn’t trust myself to be near him. That I not only felt the clear-as-day contour of his impressive dick, but that wanted it too—so badly that I had to physically separate myself from him.

And that was where we were now. Completely aware of all of that.

But acknowledging absolutely none of it.

“Got it,” I nodded, but just as I turned to leave, Adam stopped me.

“AJ.”

A shiver moved over my skin as I turned around. “Yes?” I asked politely despite the wry look Adam was hitting me with.

“I think you need to take this from my hand in order to make a copy of it.”

My eyes fell to the file he was holding.

Goddammit.

“Right,” I said, willing my cheeks not to burn as Adam eyed me with that look.