“Of my garment bag? What, I need your approval on what I’m going to wear to surprise my fiancé for his birthday?”
“Considering I had to spend my week watching you make thirty date night Pinterest boards on company time, yeah. I’d like to know your efforts and my patience didn’t wind up in vain because you decided to go with a brown pants suit.”
“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with brown or pants suits.”
“So that’s really what’s in there.”
“No, dickhead, if you must know, it’s all very expensive lingerie in there,” I said, tipping my nose in the air. “A little silk robe and some very delicate, strappy bras and garters that I don’t want to get all tangled.”
Adam raised his eyebrows, as if impressed that I knew such spicy lingerie existed in this world. He paused for a second, as if genuinely needing the second to process.
“Well,” he finally said. “I certainly hope it works.”
I narrowed my eyes at the hint of a smugness touching the corner of his mouth. “For what?” I asked, already annoyed.
“Cassie’s performance issues.”
Ugh.
“Okay, first of all, dungeon,” I started curtly, knowing well that he was referring to what he’d overheard me telling my best friend Georgia about Caspar on the phone last week. God, I wish he would just tie me up and take control for once. For good reason: Dungeoned. “Second of all,” I went on hotly. “It was never performance issues, it’s just a… fundamental difference in personal taste.”
Adam’s eyes glimmered wickedly as he nodded.
“Right,” he said. “You like good sex and he doesn’t.”
“Alright, I’m leaving,” I said, already turning around.
And with that I marched back to my desk, breathing in, then out, then promptly getting over the fact that my boss knew the intricacies of my inadequate sex life. It wasn’t like I didn’t know plenty of weird shit about Adam, and in Caspar’s defense, I probably could’ve been more vocal about things I wanted in the bedroom. Of course, that was precisely what tonight was about.
Fixing things.
Getting us back to the us we’d always been.
It was basically going to be a hot, sweaty, sexy reset button for our whole relationship, and there was honestly nothing Adam could say today that could ruin my excitement.
In fact, just peering over at my garment bag full of satin and lace had me feeling like I could hardly wait any longer.
At this point, I was just counting down the hours.
2
ADAM
Sitting forward at my desk, I dragged my hand across my jaw.
I had an hour till our flight and about thirty emails to send but despite staring at all the words on my screen, I wasn’t actually seeing a single one, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of the bullshit that had been bothering me all week or the bullshit that was bothering me right now.
“I mean come on, man.”
My eyes flicked up to the bullshit of the moment, Josh MacMillan—or as he liked to call himself, J-Mac.
He was an entertainment lawyer who consulted at Engelman, generally on endorsement deals, and one of the guys I played basketball with on the weekends. He was also annoying as all hell, even when he wasn’t doing what he was doing today, which was hanging out uninvited in my office while staring out the door at AJ, who was talking to one of the other assistants down the hall.
“It’s wild. Five years she’s worked here and only now does she decide to start putting an effort into looking hot.”
“I think she specifically avoided ‘making an effort’ to avoid the creepy shit you’re doing right now.”
Josh laughed. “I’m not being creepy. I’m just being a guy with a working dick and eyes,” he said, waving down the hall at presumably AJ, no doubt because she’d caught him staring like an idiot. “I mean she’s one of the only chicks in the office, and probably the only one who’s actually hot underneath it all. No way you’ve never thought about hitting that before.”