Reckless (Irresistible 6)

The unfortunate thought crossed my mind just as he finally texted again.

KNOX: I’m going with RTA. Meeting them tomorrow

AJ

The same four words rang through my head in the past hour.

Poor Adam. Fuck Knox.

Rinse and repeat.

At this point, I was working at my desk with my every sense tuned into Adam’s temper as we both waited for Knox to call back, just so Adam could convince him to take a second meeting with us tomorrow, before making any final decisions.

I lied—it was six words.

Because fuck RTA was also finding its way into the mix.

Fuck RTA. And Schilling. And my classmate, Corbin, who had replaced me in that internship, and was promoted to agent at RTA two years ago. Admittedly, I’d Internet stalked one random night to find that out. But thankfully, those nights were few and far between, because my goals were about making myself proud, not doing better than others.

But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in a quick Google of my old classmate just now and have a peep at his blog. His client list was mostly minor leaguers that he touted as “foolishly overlooked.” Mark my words. Corbin Mathews is representing a future World Series MVP.

Not before I do, I instinctively thought just as I heard the sound of Adam’s phone ring once before he picked up.

“Knox. Talk to me.”

I stilled, listening to the silence that followed, but quickly sensing Adam’s fury just from the way he said “is that right.”

Uh-oh.

I knew he’d been particularly stressed all week with whatever was happening in his family, and beyond that, it wasn’t hard to sense that something about Knox just set him off. I didn’t know what that was at this particular moment, but I did know I needed Adam to be calm in order to convince Knox to meet us tomorrow.

So getting up, I went into his office to find him in full Angry Adam mode, his rigid shoulders looking broader than ever as he sat forward at his desk, leaning on his elbow while holding his phone in front of his face like he wanted to watch himself crush it.

I barely finished mouthing easy before he was mouthing back I’m going to kill him.

I laughed, “Breathe,” I whispered, rounding over to his side of the desk to get a better listen on Knox.

“Nothing personal, man. Just figure if I have to have some suit telling me what to do, I should at least get one from the biggest agency out there,” he said as I leaned myself against Adam’s desk. “And in case you didn’t realize, you guys are a distant second to RTA.”

Adam’s jaw clenched just as his steely eyes locked like magnets on my chest. They were right at his eye level and I had to smirk over the fact that he still had time to notice my body while looking simultaneously like he might punch a hole in the wall.

“Knox, they didn’t even know who you were until they heard Engelman Sports was interested,” Adam said in a tone so curt I practically heard Knox bristle.

Okay, breathe, Adam. Dial it way back, I wanted to say.

But I couldn’t actually say it without Knox hearing, so instead, I opted to bring Adam’s eyes back to me.

With my hand curled toward my body, I undid the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, one by one, my little smile spreading with satisfaction as I watched Adam’s heated gaze follow my hand, fixated on it till I had my shirt open enough to flash my lacy white bra.

I tried not to giggle at the sight of his gaze looking instantly heavier. Practically drugged.

And when he spoke again, his voice was audibly calmer. Much more relaxed.

“I hate to say it, but that’s just their MO at RTA. They only show interest once another agency does, because their game is blocking others,” Adam said, glancing briefly out the door before returning his lusty eyes to my bra. I smiled as I watched his free hand drop under the desk, his chest expanding under his pale blue shirt as he breathed deeper while stroking up and down the back of my thigh. “It’s all about keeping the highest numbers at RTA, and the last thing you need to be is another number on a never-ending roster of clients.”

“Yeah, well…” Even without an argument prepared, Knox was hell-bent on being defiant. I bit my lip, Adam stroking his thumb along my inner thigh, both of us smirking at each other as we listened to Knox search for something to say. “I think it’s just a better match at RTA,” he finally concluded. “They just know me better.”

“I can tell you now they don’t,” Adam countered easily, glancing out the door again before slipping his hand up my skirt. There was a light pulsing in my clit as I spread my legs wider, letting Adam rub his fingertips against my wet panties as I tugged lightly down at the lacy cups of my bra, teasing him till he lifted his eyes to me and mouthed show me.