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He didn’t know why he’d been so worried Angel might end up being like his mother and hiding away her problems. That was obviously not the case. Which was a good thing, although he wished she was less willing to have a fight right here, right now. It would be better if she’d let him explain right from the get-go, rather than providing entertainment for whoever wanted to watch. Sure, he could forcibly remove them both from their current location, but he didn’t think that would go over well with her either. Better to explain first, then move them when she was willing to be touched again. Preferably somewhere he could spank her ass.
“I meant when Justin, Chris, and Liam stopped doing Intro Scenes, it meant... I mean...” Angel raised her eyebrow as he fumbled over his words. “Look, I think our relationship is serious. I do. But I hadn’t talked to you about what my friends’ expectations would be if I stopped doing Introduction Scenes, that’s all I wanted to talk to you about right now. I didn’t want to assume you would be okay with what ends up being a public gesture about our relationship.”
“Well I am!” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
“Okay!”
“Fine!”
“If we agree, why are we yelling?” Adam threw his hands up in utter frustration. Liam and Michael were laughing at him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see several other people watching with interest. Thankfully the background music and conversations going on at the other end of the bar were loud enough they probably couldn’t hear everything.
Angel glared at him again. “Because you didn’t answer Patrick immediately and tell him to take you off of Introduction Scenes which made me think you didn’t want to be taken off!”
“Dammit, that was a rhetorical question!”
“Well I decided to answer it,” Angel snapped back. Making another sound of frustration, Adam dragged his hand through his hair again. She laughed.
Scowling, Adam took a threatening step towards her. “Don’t laugh at me right now, sweetheart.”
“You need to lighten up,” Angel said, still laughing up at him. “How could you not have found all that funny?” The blaze in her eyes had simmered down, now they were sparkling with suppressed mirth. How the hell did she switch moods so suddenly? He was still feeling all ramped up and irritated.
“You need to let me give you an explanation before you get all pissy with me.”
“Well I have a temper. You’re lucky I didn’t get Patrick and Jared to hold you down so I could paddle your ass.”
Okay, now she was asking for it. Adam went for her, and even though she backed up quickly she wasn’t fast enough to evade him. He hefted her up onto his shoulder, leaving her hanging down behind him with her ass up in the air. One of his hands wrapped around her thigh, settling between her legs, the other rested on the bare curve of her ass. Somebody wasn’t wearing panties, which meant everyone else was probably getting quite a show.
“Adam!” she shrieked, her hands coming up to uselessly tug at the hem of her skirt.
He ignored her, turning toward their friends. At least he could thank his lucky stars Olivia wasn’t around to personally witness their little scene. Or Chris or Andrew. They’d hear about it, of course, but at least neither Patrick, Liam, nor Michael would be stupid enough to tease him right now. Hilary was smiling up at him approvingly.
“Patrick, I won’t be doing Introduction Scenes anymore. And Angel and I are using the school room for the next hour.” Adam spun around, heading for the stairs at the back of the club.
“Oh good,” Angel’s voice drifted up from behind him, full of sass. He could feel her push herself upwards with one hand on his waist, probably to look at his friends behind them. “I’m feeling hot for teacher.”
Smack!
Adam snarled. She was so going to regret doing that. He resisted the temptation to give her ass a slap back immediately. He was going to wait until they got up to the school room where he could take his time. Laughter followed them out of the main room, not just his friends, but every single person who had seen her spank him. He wondered if Angel realized they were all laughing because they knew she was going to regret doing that.
Going by her giggles, he didn’t think so.
Angel
Ooooooh she was in so much trouble.
And she didn’t mind at all. Angel had to admit she liked the occasional caveman thing. Having Adam do it in front of everyone who was in the club, after telling everyone he was off the market, was even better. She’d stopped being mad once she realized that, in his own way, he had been trying to be respectful of her input into their relationship by not immediately telling Patrick he wasn’t going to be doing Intro Scenes anymore. Even though she wished he had told Patrick immediately.
But, as Lexie had said last week, boys aren’t psychic. And, as Olivia had said, sometimes they’re kinda stupid.
Besides, Angel wasn’t the type to stay angry for long or to hold a grudge. Their argument hadn’t been the scary kind of angry. He’d been trying to placate her while he explained. Which she had been able to see the amusement in once she’d gotten over the initial flash of anger.
Stalking down the hallway, Adam took her to the last room on the left of the upper floor. When he set her down on the teacher’s desk, seating her on the edge, she did a quick scan around the classroom. There were some student desks scattered around the room, which didn’t look particularly comfortable, and a blackboard and what looked like a children’s play area in the corner. She wondered if that was for the Daddy Doms and their subs.
When she finally focused on Adam again, he was waiting patiently, a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. With his arms crossed over his chest and his crisp, white collared shirt, he did look like a teacher. A hot teacher all the girls would have crushes on.
That kind of thing had grossed her out in high school, but right now it was a fun little fantasy to have.
“So, professor, what’s up?” she asked impertinently, unable to keep from teasing him. Going by the hard gleam in his eye and the barely controlled energy simmering beneath the surface, Adam’s temper didn’t slide away the way hers often did. Which, perversely, made her want to poke at him more.
