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“I’ve been trying to be a gentleman. I respect you. Not only as my brother’s best friend, but as my girl too.”
“Your girl?”
With my thumb, I rubbed her bottom lip for a few seconds, and she stirred beneath my touch.
“You’re telling me you haven’t been with another woman this entire time?”
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
“Maybe I need to hear you say the words.”
“I’ll tell you after I kiss you.”
And damn, did I devour her.
Her scent.
Her taste.
It was mine.
She was all mine.
Our moment was cut far too short. The sound of the door opening sprang us into action. I quickly dropped her to her feet, and she hauled ass to my bedroom. I was thankful for the carpet.
I grabbed the letterman jacket, chucking it in the closet, making a mental note to throw it away.
“Hey,” Cade greeted, walking in. He didn’t notice a thing with Hayley walking in behind him.
I nodded at them, walking toward my room, trying to play it off like he didn’t just catch us with my tongue down her throat. This may have been the first time he caught us in the act, but it wouldn’t be the last.
If anything…
It was only the beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Paige
Now
“Is someone coming for dinner?” I questioned, watching Miss April set Adrian’s dining room table with four place settings.
She glanced up at me. “Mr. Drake didn’t tell you he’s having company over tonight?”
“No, he didn’t.”
The last three days flew by after the altercation in Adrian’s office. Since we walked through the doors of his penthouse later that night, we hadn’t left. I was going stir crazy behind these walls. I wasn’t used to staying put in one place for long. Not having the liberty to do what I wanted was starting to affect my state of mind.
The truth was, I was scared.
And I was relying further on the man who broke my heart and just wanted me to forget about it. Seeing Adrian consumed with my life being in danger wasn’t something I could overlook anymore. At first, I thought it was all for show. A way to get me back into his bed.
However, as the days carried on, I couldn’t help but notice it wasn’t just about having sex with me. It was more than that. So much deeper than I imagined.
The way he looked at me.
Spoke to me.
