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With the light shining above, with my body on view and Adam’s eyes piercing mine, I’d never felt more confident.
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“Why is this happening?”
Adam looked up from the cup of coffee that hovered near his lips. He lowered the mug. “What’s happening?”
I secured the strap of my robe, tightening it as I came closer to the kitchen area. My wet hair lay heavy on my shoulders, and my skin was free of makeup. The way he looked at me, though . . . His eyes were still hungry, despite the hours of sex we’d had the night before . . . and this morning. It made me think of what I’d been missing all these years.
I twisted the straps of my robe, playing them between my fingers as I stopped in front of him. “I don’t regret what happened between us, but I’ll more than likely be gone come the first week in December, and I’ll never see you again. Getting involved when there’s an expiration date . . . this isn’t the norm for me.”
He set his coffee down on the breakfast bar and reached for the straps of my robe. My hands slipped down to meet his, and he tugged at the straps and pulled me to him, our faces closer. “First of all, I’m glad this isn’t normal for you. And second of all, I don’t do this, either.”
“Do what?”
“Have hot sex with an intern.”
“Good to know.” I lowered my head, wondering whom he did have sex with, but I hated the jolt of insecurity that plunged through me and straight to my heart.
“Thirdly,” he said, tipping my chin up with a fist, his eyes capturing mine, “you may stay in Dublin.”
My shoulders shrank at his words. Somewhere in my heart, deep inside me, I knew that wasn’t possible. As much as I didn’t want to be home right now, I also didn’t feel that working at McGregor Enterprises was the right fit for me, even without Adam complicating things. “Maybe,” I said instead.
“Anna.”
The beeping of the alarm on my phone gave him pause. I’d set my alarm in case we didn’t wake up in time for work, but since we’d barely slept, it hadn’t been necessary.
“I want to see you as much as possible. My schedule will be shit, but I’ll do my best—”
“What about work. What if someone—”
“I’ll do whatever you want, Anna. You want to sneak around? We’ll hide in your hotel room every night we’re together. I don’t care. But I want to get to know you.”
I laughed. “You got to know me pretty well last night.” My cheeks flushed as I remembered all the things we’d done.
He grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. “I want to know you, inside and out.”
How could a rich self-proclaimed “bad boy” be so sweet? Something didn’t add up between Adam’s actions and his aura. But this wasn’t something we needed to talk about twenty minutes before I had to be out the door for work.
“What are you doing next weekend?” Maybe we could go away again. Somewhere no one would recognize us.
He turned away from me, his shoulders going erect. His body was tense. What was that all about? “Shit, I have friends in town next weekend. I forgot. They aren’t the type of guys I would want around you.”
“Is Les back?”
He didn’t turn. “Not yet.”
“Speaking of that, um, I’ve tried to find an apartment, but no one wants to rent to me for such a short period.”
He was facing me again, shaking his head. “Please don’t worry about that. Stay here. I won’t go broke paying for the place. And you’re doing your part at the center, remember.”
“Yeah, but . . .” I had a pretty good idea that the work I did at the center didn’t come close to paying for this suite. I could always take on more days there—I loved the work. Then I thought about Chloe, about how she wanted me to stay, and then decided maybe it wouldn’t be the best idea. I didn’t want to give the kids any false hope. It would be selfish.
“The only ‘but’ I want to hear from you is about your arse.” He pivoted on his toe, swirling around with a grace that amazed me. He approached me, and his hand moved to the straps of my robe. He untied them, which had my core tightening with anticipation. His eyes were on me as he slipped both hands to my rear. “Seriously, love, if you aren’t talking about this arse,” he said, squeezing my flesh, “then I don’t want to hear it.” His eyes flickered with amusement as he pulled himself tight to me. The fabric of his jeans rubbed against me, creating a friction of need.
“We don’t have time.” I set my hands to his chest and pulled away.
“What good is sleeping with the boss if you can’t be late?”
