I had no idea where it went. Didn’t even hear it land. All I heard was my blood roaring louder as I felt Caspar catch my arm, jerking me so hard I burst into tears as I used all my might to shove him the hell off and run.
And before I knew what was happening, I was sprinting down the hall, hugging my robe shut with my cheeks wet and my vision blurry. I could hear Caspar bursting out of the room to come after me, and my pulse spiked as he yelled my name.
But the next thing I knew, I was alone in the elevator and shortly after that, I was pounding on a door.
Adam’s.
Desperately, I called his name, my voice cracking and my heart racing as I rapped my knuckles over and over against the door till I heard his muffled confusion on the other side.
“Jesus, what the hell—”
And when the door finally swung open, I caught the split second of his irritation before he blinked at me in surprise.
“AJ, what…?”
He took one look at me then hauled me into the room, his eyes intense and moving all over my tear-streaked face, searching me for two hard seconds before he glared out at the empty hall and shut the door.
And only once it was shut did I hear the sound of the shower running.
I blinked, suddenly dazed and disoriented.
By Caspar. This moment.
By Adam staring at me as we stood a foot apart in his hotel room, silent besides the sound of the soft pitter-patter coming from the bathroom. His white button-down was undone and as my wet eyes locked on the deep-cut line between his chest, I remembered that he was about to shower. That he had plans to get to.
Fuck.
Suddenly, I regretted this but at the same time I k
new I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I was barefoot and crying in a little robe that barely covered my ass, and if that weren’t shitty enough, I had a cheating asshole chasing me down.
So staring at Adam, I mustered up the words to explain myself.
“He was with someone,” I blurted, watching the confused look in Adam’s eyes immediately flicker into something hot. And angry. “He came in kissing some girl,” I went on breathlessly. “I told him to explain and he had nothing, but he wouldn’t let me go, so I ran and now—”
I cut off when Adam’s hot stare dropped to my arm. And when I spotted the flash of rage in his eyes, I looked down myself to see what was there.
Caspar’s angry handprint wrapped around my wrist.
“Adam—don’t!”
I jumped in front of him as he lunged for the door, gasping as I felt the sheer weight of his muscle crashing against my front.
Grabbing hold of what I could, I flew backward, and before I knew what was happening, my face was inches from Adam’s—my body sandwiched between him and the door, and my hands pressed flat against his bare chest.
Holy fuck.
My heart leapt in my throat as I looked up at him.
His jaw ticked as he looked down at me, his blue eyes burning into mine. I’d seen him mad before. When deals fell through. When a rival agency once stole away our client. But even then he didn’t look as completely riled up as he looked now.
And it wasn’t even about work.
It was about me.
There was still fresh chaos swirling in the air, yet this one fact managed to stun me—as did the fact that I was touching my boss’s warm, hard chest. That underneath my fingers, I could feel his heart slamming.
Holy fuck, holy fuck.