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Gathering all my strength, I step back and pull at the ponytail holder keeping my bun together. The distance helps to cool me down so I can think without the molten shock of body heat that was there a moment ago. “Why do I feel like I completely lost that argument?”
He chuckles.
I slant him a glare.
“Is your head okay?” he asks. “I noticed you’ve been fussing with it since the farmhouse.”
“It’s fine. I just put the ponytail in tight.”
Adam squints at my bun. “Why don’t you let your hair down?”
The laughter that escapes me is a flustered sound. “See, that right there tells me you don’t understand curly hair. If I yank this ponytail out right now, my hair is not going to fall to my shoulders. It’s going to keep pointing right up at the ceiling.”
“At least it’ll feel better.”
“Looking appropriate is worth more than feeling better, Adam.”
He shakes his head. “Sit down, Nova.”
I watch as he walks over to the couch and takes a seat. When Adam sees that I haven’t moved, he gestures to the floor. “Sit.”
“In front of you?”
“Yes.”
“Between your legs?”
Unmistakeable heat passes through his eyes and then it’s gone, replaced by a tired smile. “Yes.”
“That’s not—”
“Appropriate. I know. But sleeping over at your boss’s house isn’t appropriate either,” he points out.
“That’s what I tried to tell you.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Sit.”
With a huff, I march over to him. “I’m going to sue you for misconduct.”
“Go ahead.” Adam sets a pillow on the floor and widens his legs so I can sit between them.
Settling between his thighs feels way too intimate and I hold myself stiffly.
When I sense Adam going for my hair clip, I immediately latch my hands around his wrist to stop him. “What are you doing?”
“Did you get a follow-up from the lawyers about the plagiarism case?” Adam asks.
I shift into work-mode on a snap. “The other company wants to settle out of court, but since they dragged our name through the mud, I’m thinking of playing dirty.”
Adam tugs on my clip, making the stretch bigger and swooping it over my bun until my hair is free. “Won’t a lawsuit be another thing on your plate to worry about? Why not just settle?”
“Settling won’t teach them a lesson,” I murmur. At least I hope I say those words. What actually left my mouth could be closer to gibberish. But can you blame me? The feeling of a tight ponytail coming out is akin to throwing off a wired bra after a long day.
As comfortable as it is, I can feel my hair expanding. I reach up to scoop it back into one piece when Adam’s hands slide over my scalp. The sound that escapes my lips would be embarrassing if the massage didn’t feel so damnamazing.
“Oh my g—donotstop.”
Adam presses his fingers harder. “Does that feel good?”
