Page 48 of Adam & Eve

His frown deepened. “Is that what you thought, Eve?”

“That’s what I know, Adam. That look in your eyes, the lust in your voice, the hard dick you

tried to hide behind your briefcase. So typical.”

“Now that’s interesting,” he said, mocking my earlier words with a condescending smirk on

his lips.

“How so?”

“You didn’t remember that day at all at first. Now you remember every detail of it.”

“Don’t read anything into it. Like I said, it was only after I thought about it.”

“Hmmm” he hummed in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes, wishing I’d never brought it up.

“You know what I think, Eve?”

“What, Adam? Please tell me another one of your crazy theories on how I’ve been fighting my

feelings for you for years.” The sarcasm in my voice had to be obvious.

“Mock me all you want, but I know you were just as drawn to and turned on by me as I was by

you. That’s why you ran that day.” He reached across the table and traced his fingertips across my

hand, sending tingles up my spine.

My heart rate climbed as I watched his eyes darken.

“Did you want me instantly like I wanted you? Did you feel the pull, Eve?”

I snatched my hand away. “No.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. I thought he was beautiful that first day. No one had ever attempted to

rescue me. I’d always had to be my own hero. I even thought about going to coffee with him for a half

a second. But again, like I’d said, something about him had been off putting. Everything in me said

run. I always listened to my instincts. They kept me safe and they obviously were right. He was a nut.

I tried not to fidget under his appraisal.

He chuckled then leaned back in his chair and observed me for a second before commenting.

“I don’t believe you, and you don’t believe all I want to do is fuck you. That’s what you tell yourself.

That’s what you want this to be about. Anything deeper scares you.”

“Because that’s all this is about. Look at us.” I gestured to my nearly naked form.

He was in boxers and a t-shirt. To further prove my point, I ran my tongue slowly across my

bottom lip. His eyes followed the trail my tongue made. He even leaned in.