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In the doorway, I paused. Adam’s back was to me, but his head was bowed and angled toward the woman who stood before him, speaking in a low voice. I couldn’t help but notice her hand was on his arm, wrapped over the fabric of his crisp white dress shirt.
She was gorgeous: tall and slender with long, dark hair. She stopped speaking when her light green eyes met mine.
I stepped back as a rush of heat gathered in my cheeks. I started to turn, but the woman waved her hand my direction. “Can we help you?”
I lowered my gaze to the floor. My desire to see Adam was completely quelled.
“Anna?” Adam approached me. His shades were clasped in his hand and a dark band of bluish purple spread beneath the eye that had a cut above it. “Anna, this is my sister, Holly.”
Sister? Sister!
“Oh, wow. How nice to meet you.”
“Holly was just leaving.” His eyes pinned to his sister.
Her lips were in a tight, straight line. She released a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “Hello, Anna.” She tipped her head at me and walked past without another word.
Adam moved to the couch in his office and sat down. “You mind closing the door?”
“Oh. Um—with or without me inside?” I asked softly.
This produced a soft chuckle from him. “You can stay.”
I kind of hated the glass walls right now. I didn’t want anyone seeing me inside his office. Why did I come here again? With the door now shut, I crossed the span of the room and stood before him.
He propped an expensive black shoe up on the coffee table in front of him and leaned back on the couch as if all was casual. Sure. He tossed his black glasses next to him as his blue eyes, seeming darker than usual because of his navy-blue tie, roped me in. “What can I do for you, Anna?”
I wasn’t sure which Adam was sitting in front of me right now: the boss, Leslie’s friend, or the guy who had kissed me. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
“I’m dropping off the permission slips for the kids tonight. Are you still planning to come?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” His hand went to his tie, and he fidgeted with the knot. Then his fingers went to the stubble on his chin, and he left them there as if in thought, studying me.
“Well, given what happened this weekend—”
“The kiss?” he interrupted, and his hand slipped to his lap, joining the other.
“No.” Maybe . . . “I was talking about your incident with the door at the gym.”
A smirk captured his mouth, and he straightened as his foot dropped from the table and to the ground. “Aye.”
“Yes. Your eye,” I teased.
“Well,” he said, coming to his feet, “you should see the door.” He closed the short gap between us with one long stride that made my breath hitch in my throat. “Not so lucky.”
“You still sticking with that story?” I wanted to ask him if someone had attacked him. Had it been one of the guys who’d followed me to Leslie’s apartment? I was still curious what exactly that was about.
But I didn’t say anything.
My hands tightened at my sides. He was inches from me. And he was staring right at my lips. “Are you still sticking with your story?” His gaze flickered back up to mine, and I realized something had changed. There was a hint of darkness—or maybe it was hunger—gleaming in the depths of his blue eyes. His mouth was tight. His strong chin and jaw were strained, the muscles clenched as if he was holding himself back.
I’d seen that look before. Most women know that look, when a guy wants you. I got it even when I didn’t want to see it—from a professor, or a coworker. In line at the grocery store. It could happen anywhere, anytime. And, usually, I hated the look. Actually, I always hated it. But on Adam . . . well, it was different. It felt different.
And not just because of his sex appeal. Sure, the man had the kind of delicious looks that should be reserved for a sexy hunk calendar for lonely hearts . . . but no, there was something more to it, something that felt more raw, more carnal than the slimy looks I got in bars. It was like he could see right into my soul, like he needed something more from me.
I was probably crazy to think this. Maybe he was just some rich guy who was into fast cars and had dozens of women waiting to be called for a good time. Maybe I was misreading everything.
Maybe.
