Adam nearly smiled. "I understand how the app works, yes." SFI was all about reinforcing their chosen fantasy, which was why its AI program was designed to come up with new "encounters" for clients to enjoy.
"Um..."
The note of uncertainty in her voice immediately caught his attention. "What's wrong?"
"When I saw the notification from the app, I didn't think twice about saying yes."
"Neither did I, if that's what you're worried about?"
"It's not that."
His brows pulled together in a frown. "Then..."
"I just realized I should have cleared it with you first," Temptation says in a rush. "Now that I know what you do in real life, I just want you to know you're free to cancel on me anytime, and I totally won't mind. At all. Or ever."
Ah.
"I would never want to intrude—-"
"I wouldn't let you even if you wanted to."
The words seemed to startle a laugh out of her. "Then I guess I worried for nothing."
"You did."
"I'm glad."
Adam's grip tightened around the steering wheel. His work was the one and only thing women hated about him, and yet Temptation was acting like his work was the hottest thing about him instead.
"You really mean that, don't you?"
"Of course, Doctor."
Her meek tone made him want to smile and fuck her at the same time.
"Does it turn you on? Me being a doctor in real life?"
"Um..."
It was that tone of hers again. The one that told him she was feeling shy and aroused at the same time, and it would've made him smile if not for his own body aching painfully with arousal.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
His gaze swerved towards the GPS device on the dashboard.
Ten minutes.
It would take ten minutes before he saw her again.
Ten minutes before he could touch her once more and hear his Temptation moan as he made her cum.
Ten fucking minutes.
Who knew ten minutes could feel this fucking long?
Fifteen
SFI's app leads me to a paid parking lot just a few blocks away from my college, and I can only shake my head when I see a big, black, badass-looking van rumbling in wait at Slot #15A.