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"Come on, Adri. I'm sorry. Don't be mad," he said trying to do some damage control. Her back was to him now and her arms were crossed. "Come on, babe. I'm sorry. I take it all back."
"You know, there are better ways to be adventurous than to get on that death trap," she said, turning around to face him.
He leaned on his elbows. "Like what?"
The smile she gave him froze the laughter in his throat. Then she reached behind her dress and pulled down the zipper. She pulled her arms from the straps and let the short dress fall slowly. He stopped breathing at the same time his heart began to race. Her tits bared for his eyes to feast on, followed by the planes of her belly, then the curves of her hips and finally her long legs. He tried to swallow but found that he couldn't.
She was naked before him, except for pink, lacy boy shorts. She stepped out of the dress and walked over to him, not stopping until she was towering over him one leg on each side of his face. His hands shook.
"Tell me, Cam, where would you rather be, on top of the ride or under it?"
•••
"I don't think I stopped smiling for a week," Cam confessed.
"I know," Adrianna laughed, stopping the spoon on the way to her mouth. "It was weird and so cute."
"Cute?" His lip curled.
"Mmmhmmm," She answered him with her lips around her spoon but her shoulders shook, trying to suppress more laughter at the pained face he made.
"Cam?"
She’d been so caught up in Cam and their memories, Adrianna didn’t see the tall brunette with eyes as green as Cam’s approach their table. She wore a form-fitting dress Adrianna saw in Marie Claire last month. It was a designer number that seemed like it was molded from the woman's body.
Cam mirrored her warm smile as he stood up and embraced her, Adrianna couldn't remember where she knew the woman’s face from. He turned to introduce the woman and the memory struck Adrianna like brick on a glass, shattering the warmth in her chest and breaking the mood.
"Adrianna, this is Sophia."
"Hello." Adrianna ignored the heat flushing up her neck and managed to smile, extending her hand towards the woman. "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise." Sophia smiled and gave her a limp noodle handshake. The woman's eyes were sharp, searching, measuring, assessing. Apparently not finding, she turned back to Cam. “I'm so happy to see you. It's been a while since you called." Sophia pouted a bit. It was pretty and perfect, the kind of pout that sells lip-kits.
Her fingers drifted over his forearm comfortably, making Adri stiffen. Cam put his hand over them, removed them and pressed them on to the table.
"It's been a busy time and you could have called as well," Cam said, his tone soft and friendly.
"Cam and I used to date but we’ve stayed really goodfriends." Sophia explained to Adrianna. The slight waggle of her eyebrows and emphasis on the word “friends” was lost on no one.
Bile crept up Adri’s stomach, taking hold of her belly. Adrianna wanted to hurl her wine glass at them.
She chuckled instead. "Yes, I remember seeing you on the red carpet one time. You wore that beautiful, long, green dress with the deep V. I watched from the TV in the hospital the night I had to take my two-year-old to the emergency room. She was running a fever of one hundred and four."
"Adrianna…" Cam started but Sophia cut him off.
"That was so long ago when we attended the Met Gala. If your baby was two then, what is she, ten now? Are you into the whole family thing now? You hate children." Sophia said, her eyes widening before she let out a laugh. “Cam, the family man.”
The maliciousness in the woman's voice was obvious, but even more glaring was that Cam didn’t set her straight. That’s what set Adrianna off.
"My daughter’s nine, actually. You know, I remember hearing about your breakup and wondering why such a perfect couple would break up. You are obviously made for each other." She stood up from her table, ready to leave.
Cam reached out and stopped her. He moved closer to her and whispered in her ear. "That was long ago. There's no reason for you to make a scene."
"Oh, that was not my intention at all. Should I apologize to your girlfriend?" she asked for his ears only. She turned to face Sophia. "Excuse me, I need to retouch my lip gloss. I’ll let you both catch up. It was nice meeting you."
She pried her arm from Cam's grasp and made her way to the bathroom.
Once there, she resisted the urge to pull at her hair. She wasn't a teenager anymore. She was a woman and a mom. Jealousy fits should not be part of her life. Still, no matter how much she lectured herself, she couldn’t get her blood to cool or her breathing to slow down. She retouched her lip gloss while giving herself a you’re-better-than-this talk. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and walked back to the table. Cam waited alone.
He stood up. "I settled the bill. I figured you wouldn't want to stay."
His tone was sedated, the kind you use when you’re afraid someone will go mental. A fresh wave of anger set off through her but this time it was directed at herself. She’d been immature and she couldn’t forgive herself for that. Why couldn’t she fall into a black hole before she’d made a fool of herself?
"That's for the best. I'm tired and would like to go home," Adrianna said, proud of how steady and casual she sounded. Home didn't mean his house but her apartment over her little bistro. It meant her bed, watching TV with her baby, where she never had jealousy fits. He wasn’t back in her life even a month and she was already reverting to her teenage self. It was a sign. One she’d be a fool to ignore.
They walked out of the restaurant in stark difference to how they came in. There were no provocative looks or small touches. When he opened the door for her, she thanked him but didn't look at him.
The ride home was mostly silent, except for the time he tried to talk.
"I don’t want to be rude, Cam, but I don't want to talk about this right now. I have a headache and just want to go to bed."
