Adam, Enough Said (This Can't be Happening) (16 page)

How could things have gone so bad so fast?

I took off, searching for them, but they were nowhere on the dance floor. I scanned the bar area, but they weren't there either. I walked to the back, toward the restrooms,
where I found Eric and Kenny waiting in the hall - outside the women's restroom.

I exhaled
audibly, relieved to know that Mia was okay.

"She in there?" I asked
Eric, lifting my chin to indicate the restroom, but he refused to look at me.

Or answer me.

"Eric!" I called out thinking he couldn't hear me over the music, but again, nothing, and he was pouting like a child.

"Eric, w
hat the fuck? Is she in there?" I barked.

"Yeah, she's in there
, dude," Kenny answered instead and I glared at him, but he wouldn't look at me either.

I swiped a hand over my head and down my face. She saw. They all saw.

Decision made, I stalked forward, heard Eric snap, "You can't go in there," as I pushed open the door to the restroom.

There were three women at the sinks, but only one of them was Mia.
She was leaning over washing her hands. When her eyes caught mine in the mirror, they registered her horror.

S
he spun around.

"Are you crazy
?" she asked, exasperated. "What are you doing in here?" She quickly glanced at the two other chicks that I could see out of the corner of my eyes were gawking at me, but I kept going until I was staring down at her.

I got so close
my chest pressed against hers, but she wouldn't fuckin' look at me either.

Fine.
I knew exactly how to get her attention. I gripped her hips - she let out a shriek - I lifted her and sat her ass on the counter.

"
I can't believe you just did that!" she snapped in my face, which was exactly why I was able to spot the hurt lingering behind her seething green eyes. And that was it, another decision made...

I was done with giving her time.

I gripped her knees, spread her thighs, stepped between them and let my mouth catch her protest.

I tangled my
fingers in her hair, pulled her mouth closer, needing more. She whimpered against my lips and I felt her hands grip my arms.

Her
nails dug in to hold on.

Our tongues tang
led and we devoured each other.

Her
low moans spurred me on and my hands came out of her hair and dropped down to cup her ass. I pressed closer, ground my hips against hers and groaned.

So fuckin' good.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and rubbed herself against me. My hands came off her ass to slide up her smooth thighs and under the edge of her dress.

I needed to feel more
. I needed to feel her to fall apart in my hands
.

My thumbs were at the
juncture between her thighs...so fuckin' close...I groaned...she threw her arms around my neck and pressed closer.

"Jesus," I breathed in her mouth at the exact moment
someone cleared their throat.

Mia wrenched her mouth from mine
and twisted her neck, so fast I thought it might snap. I squeezed my already closed eyes painfully tight and dropped my forehead to her shoulder. I felt her move, but I tightened my fingers on her thighs to keep her in place.

"I must admit
to enjoying the show, but someone just went to call security," I heard Eric say through a chuckle and Mia’s body tensed.

"Oh
my God," she whispered, her tone filled with anxiety and I didn't like it.

"Get the fuck out of here,
Eric!" I ordered without looking at him.

Mia
Dayes

What did I just do?

M
y thoughts were all over the place and Adam was breathing hard against my neck. I wanted Adam, no question about that, but when I saw that bitch touching him at the bar, I’d been livid. And then I saw them kiss and my heart broke. Then he stormed in here and kissed me like his life depended on it, which pissed me off.

I was angry and confused and upset and
my hormones were kicked in to overdrive.

"Let me down, Adam, before someone walks in and catches us like this," I hurried, pushing at
his shoulders.

He lifted his head
off my shoulder and stared down at me, but he didn't move. If anything, the thumbs between my thighs pressed deeper and I looked away from him, so he wouldn't see the desperation on my face.

I was on fire for him and I wanted to scoot closer to his fingers.

"You were upset. I want to know why," he asked, low and dangerous.

I shrugged
, but refused to answer.

"Mia, I already know, but I want to hear you say it," he dem
anded and I took a deep breath.

Arrogant bastard
.

"Adam, can we talk about this later," I tried and then moved to push him back again, but he didn't budge.

"The faster you tell me, the faster I'll let you up."

"Fine
! I didn’t like seeing that another woman's hands on you. I saw the kiss and it made me sick to my stomach, which pissed me off because I know I have no right to feel that way,” I admitted in a rush.

His brow met in confusion.
"Why don't you have that right?"

"What do you mean --"
I'd started, but he didn't let me finish.

"Why Mia?" he
asked in a tone that commanded me to answer him.

“Y
ou're such a jerk for making me say it out loud," I whispered. "Because I want you and you don't want me back. Happy now?" I was a pity case for him. I wasn't stupid.

Adam's
eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, but I continued, "Will you let me down now?"

"You fuckin'
kidding me?" he asked as he released my thighs from his grip.

I didn't know
how to answer that, but he sounded mad now. "No, Adam, I'm not
fuckin' kidding you
...whatever that means."

He stared at
me, but I couldn't hold his eyes.

I looked down at my lap until
he tapped me on the side of my head with his index finger. When he spoke, his voice was soft. "What in the hell is going on up here, Baby?"

A shiver ran down my spine
. I loved it when he called me Baby. In the beginning, it had been Babe, but I'd put a stop to that and I'd done it quick-like. I didn't appreciate being called something so generic. But when he called me Baby or Freckles...generic or not, they made me feel...special.

I'm such a sucker.

Still, I didn't answer him.

He sighed, lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet. I tugged at my dress and set it to rights, just as the door swung open and security walked in.

"I need to throw you out?" the man asked threateningly.

"Nope, we're done here," Adam responded, grabbed my hand
, laced our fingers and pulled me behind him. We walked out the door, passed by Eric and Kenny, whom were still waiting outside, and then we headed outside the club.

"We
're leaving already?" Eric whined from behind me and Adam didn't hesitate.

"Mia
and I are leaving. We got shit to discuss. You and Kenny want to stay, let me know and I'll come back for you later. Your choice," he finished, and our steps never faltered.

"Adam, we don't have to ruin their
night," I chided, but all that got me was a glare.

I heard
Kenny and Eric talking quickly and quietly, until they finally decided, "We'll go back with you."

We got to the truck, Adam unlocked the doors and
held mine open for me like a gentleman.

A
stupid jerkoff gentleman.

As soon we pulled up outside Adam’s apartment, I jumped out of the truck and let Eric and Kenny out of the back. When I slammed the door shut, Eric pulled me in to his embrace

"
We're going back to Kenny's place," he said in my ear and when I opened my mouth to protest he spoke over me. "Talk to him, Mia. He's crazy about you. I’ll call you tomorrow." He gave me a swift kiss on the forehead and let me go.

"Bye, Mia," Kenny said
through a small smile as he and Eric started walking away. When they got in Eric's car and took off, I just stood there in a daze staring after the taillights. I didn't want to talk to Adam. I was dreading it.

I was
also embarrassed by my tacky display on the counter in the women's restroom of a club.

B
ut when I felt a hand engulf mine, I knew I didn't have a choice but to talk.

I turned and followed as Adam
walked down the sidewalk and up the stairs.

I
nside the apartment, Adam led me straight through the living room to the bedroom and my heart thudded against my chest. My palms were starting to sweat, but luckily he let me go and faced me, but I couldn't read his expression. He walked closer, entered my personal space and touched my collarbone with his fingertips. They traveled down my chest, achingly slow, until they dipped into the front of my dress.

Chills broke out over my skin.

“Adam,” I breathed.

"I like this dress,"
he rumbled, and his fingers elaborated just how much when they ran along my cleavage and back up my neck to wrap around.

"You didn't like
this dress earlier," I muttered, frowning when I remembered how he'd shouted at me.

"That's because I didn't want anyone else to see you in it but me."

"Oh," I breathed again. "Well, why didn't you just say that?"

He sighed and changed the subject.

"You were upset earlier. Eric and Kenny were pissed at me and you threw attitude the moment I walked into that restroom. I know you saw the kiss, but I want to know why you were upset."

The nerve! I had been upset and I know he knew why, but he didn't have to rub it in. And now the image of him kissing the Barbie
doll was back in my head. I considered lying, but there was no point.

"I don't know.
I didn't like watching her touch you," I responded and his thumb swept across my bottom lip after I spoke, putting me in a daze.

“I didn’t either. For a second
, I thought I wanted to make you jealous, but I couldn't go through with it. She just kissed me before I could tell her to go away,” he said, admitting to something, but I didn't understand.

"Why would you try to make me jealous?"

"Because I'm getting impatient and I'm not used to this, Mia. I'm not use to working so damn hard to get something I want, especially with women."

I didn't even hide my flinch. His words
cut deep.

"
I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was making you work at all."

“Mia, I’ve never worked so hard for anything in my
whole life.”

That sounded horrible…miserable even.
He'd done so much for me by letting me stay here and I appreciated it so damn much, but I guess I hadn't been paying close enough attention. I hadn’t realized I was such a burden for him. I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes, but I denied myself the release.

“I’ll leave tomorrow,” I decided, still trying to figure out
where I’d messed up. I'd offered to move out; I'd given him what I could for rent and I cooked when I could - even though it sucked.

"What
?" he gasped and I took a step back. His hand fell away from my neck and he scowled.

"I said
, I'll leave tomorrow. I'm clearly a burden here, but in my defense, I warned you that I'd ruin your reputation. I'm sorry."

"Jesus," he hissed. "
I didn't mean that the way you’re taking it. I like that I have to work for you, Mia. I like that you don’t make things easy, because I appreciate you more. I don't give a shit about my reputation and I'm not out picking up chicks. Since I've met you, I haven't wanted to. You're not fuckin' leaving."

"Well I'm not staying jus
t because you feel sorry for me!"

He shook his head and I was pretty
damn sure he muttered, “Bitches be crazy.”

"
Is that what you think? That you’re here because I feel sorry for you…that I pity you?”

I nodded with
utter confidence. “Absolutely. That first day we met, you kissed me, and afterward, you said it’d been a mistake before dropping me off without a backward glance.”

“Mia --”
he growled.

“No! The only reason you came back for me is because you found out I was staying in a shelter and
you felt guilty. I’m not stupid, Adam. I got that then and I get it even more so now --”