Chapter 17
“ H ey,” I say softly, tapping his chest. Adam stirs but doesn’t open his eyes. “I need to get my car and go home.”
His hand trails over my body to my ass and gives it a squeeze. “Stay with me,” he begs, his eyes still closed, biting his lip.
“I have to work,” I whine. “It’s Monday morning.”
“Boo,” he teases, finally opening his lids, and I stare deeply into his amazing blue eyes.
“You’re holding me hostage,” I joke, running my hand down his back. “My car’s still in Lake Geneva.”
“If you have to leave me,” he sighs, kissing my neck, “let’s go to The Drip, then to your car.”
“Deal.” I smile, happy he’s suggesting coffee. I plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Don’t you have to work?”
“Sort of. I’m on cruise control until August,” he says. “When do you need to log in for the day?” He raises an eyebrow, and I playfully swat his arm.
“We can’t spend all day in bed.”
“Why?” he growls, teasing.
“It’s tempting, but I really need to work today.”
“Then get out of bed.”
A smile is locked on my face. Sliding out from under the covers, I pull on my clothes from yesterday. He follows, pulling a shirt over his perfect body. The Renter! He’s so much more than I ever imagined. This past weekend ranks as one of the most insane weekends of my life.
After the Sorin incident, we should’ve parted ways.
That would’ve been the logical thing to do.
But here we are, glued to each other, falling for each other.
His instinct was to protect me, to make me feel better.
The uncountable orgasms definitely help.
This man seriously loves to go down on a girl.
“Coffee!” I beg, and he kisses my temple. We walk toward the kitchen, and he grabs the Porsche fob from the counter.
“To go?” he asks, putting the car in park when we arrive at The Drip.
I nod, taking in everything about this super rare car. Yesterday, I was too overwhelmed to appreciate it. This Porsche 911 GT3 RS costs more than my parents’ house.
“Black coffee, right?” I smile and nod again. He squeezes my hand, whispering, “I’ll be right back.”
This guy I’ve been sleeping with for the past seventy-two hours is acting like my boyfriend. With everything that happened yesterday, are we dating now, or are we complicated fuckbuddies?
He returns to the car after a couple minutes with one extra-large cup and one small one. When he reaches my window, I hit the button, bringing the glass down, and grab the monster cup from his hand. I smile, correctly guessing the huge one is for me.
“Thank you. And I’m sorry I googled you.”
“You were going to find out one way or another. We’re good.” He walks around the car. “Text me your email,” he says as he slides back in. “There’s plenty of work at my firm you could consult on. I want to reconnect you with the team.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“Dani,” he cuts me off as we head toward Lake Geneva. “You’re talented. My team already knows that. I need to remind them.”
“Wouldn’t it be a conflict?”
He smirks, eyes on the road. “That depends.”
“On?” I flirt back.
“How serious this is,” he says, glancing over at me.
With a smug smirk on my face, I hold his gaze until he looks back at the road.