“I thought you’d gone!” I cried out as my heart pounded against my chest.
“You’re lucky I hadn’t.”
My temper spiked. “I was managing fine before you came roaring in here.”
“The chessboard doesn’t even go up there.”
“Then where does it go?”
“Come down and I’ll show you.”
My eyes narrowed at his mischievous tone. “Step away from the ladder first.”
“No way.” He was now grasping both sides and running his gaze up my legs. “You’re not breaking your neck on my watch. Gramps would kill me.”
“Can you at least stop staring up my dress?”
“I’m not!” Adam diverted his eyes back to mine with a rascally smile. “Anymore…”
“Adam…”
“Come on, Cass. That dress is sexy as fuck, and you know it.” He reached up. “Now give it to me.”
My eyes bulged. “What?”
“The chessboard.” He chuckled. “Pass it down.”
“Oh.” My cheeks heated as I handed him the wooden box.
As Adam placed the chess game onto a shelf close by, I took the opportunity to climb down the ladder.
“Thanks for tha—" was all I managed to say before his hard chest pressed up against my back.
My entire body stiffened as his breath caressed my neck. “So, tell me…whyareyou wearing that dress?”
I leaned into him, craving his scent. “I…I ran out of clean clothes.”
“Bullshit,” he whispered into my ear. “You dressed up for the doc, didn’t you?”
“So what if I did?”
Adam toyed with the high neckline of my dress, exposing more skin. “He’s not your type, Cass.”
His smug tone irked me. “Of course he is. He’s smart. He’s handsome. He’s…”
“Vanilla.”
I spun around in his arms with a growl. “Marc isn’t vanilla.”
“He’s Clark Kent without Superman.”
“He’s a doctor.” I lifted my chin. “A good one too.”
“He has Lego hair.”
A burst of laughter shot out of my lips. “What?”
“I bet he’s a pro at missionary,” he continued, running his hand down my side while keeping the other firmly against the ladder.