Joy slapped her palm against her forehead. “I forgot to even bring the files.”
“I was having such a good time, I forgot all about it.” Adam laughed.
“Same here.”
They stayed and talked until the restaurant closed.
When they finally arrived back at her house, Joy’s wobbly gait told her she had a little more wine than she was used to. Adam took her by the arm and walked with her.
Unlocking the door, she looked him in the eyes and silently invited him in.
His arms quickly wrapped around her, and his lips found hers. Their kiss was immediately hot and wildly passionate. As his hands reached down her back, he pulled her against his hard body and the growing bulge of his cock.
When she felt him slip the zipper of her dress down, her heart pounded. This was the point of no return. Summoning every meager supply of sober brain cells, she placed her palms against his broad chest and pushed herself away.
“Adam, I ... I can’t. I want to, more than anything. But I can’t. Not with someone from work,” she panted.
“There’s no rule against it if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“It’s my rule. I’m not lucky when it comes to this sort of thing. And if things don’t work out, I just couldn’t deal with the drama at work. I mean, how would we know ... I’m sorry, Adam. I just can’t.”
She half-expected for him to say something. Maybe not an apology, but maybe to just agree it was best.
Instead, he held her close and kissed her confidently, smiled, and walked out of the door. “Good night, Joy. Thanks for a great evening.”
Catching her breath, she slumped onto the couch. There was no other way to look at it. Adam has just taken her on a date. It was so obvious to her. Still, his last kiss, and that smile, caught her off guard. It was as if he was saying this wasn’t over ... not by a long shot, and she was putty in her hands.
She knew he was right.