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CHAPTER 11
Round Two
Chloe
It was the sound of my coffee machine that woke me, but it took me a few seconds to understand that I was in my own bed in Seattle, and that the sounds in my kitchen meant Adam was still here.
Confusion filled me because I was both annoyed and strangely excited about it. Sure, the man was a jerk to me at times, but there was also a wise and caring part of him that said things that I needed to hear, and brought me an amazing feeling of peace when he healed me.
Maybe that’s ultimately why I hadn’t left him stranded in the cabin. I liked him too much and I especially liked being physically close to him too much.
I tried telling myself it was the healing that had me addicted, but the truth was that since the first time I saw Adam in Christian’s bar I’d been attracted to him – his large masculine frame and the confidence he radiated.
It bothered me that he had rejected me several times. First in the bar when he was cold and dismissive, and again when he refused to share a bed in the cabin, not to mention yesterday when we’d been close to having sex and he’d regretted it and pulled away.
I could still taste the insane passion he stirred in me, and feel the unfulfilled need to be with him. Snippets from yesterday looped in my head:
“Can you handle me?”
“Why? Are you going to hurt me?”
“No… but I like to fuck hard and dirty.”
I stretched my body, feeling aroused from the memories of his amazing body and raw sex appeal. I had beensoclose to finding out what making love to Adam would feel like, and I still wanted to know.
Hopefully it would be a major disappointment and kill my attraction to him,I thought, but it was pointless to even think about it since Adam had made it perfectly clear that nothing was going to happen between us again.
I know he’s physically attracted to me. He wouldn’t have suggested sex otherwise, would he? Or maybe he was just needy and I was the only woman there.
With that depressing thought, I got up to take a shower and get ready for the day.
Being home meant access to the part of my wardrobe that I kept in Seattle, which was a radical upgrade from leggings and warm sweaters.
I made sure my make-up and hair were perfect and dressed in high heels and a dress that enhanced my feminine curves. Men always complimented me in this dress, and wearing it gave me the confidence I needed to be around Adam after his rejection.
“Good morning,” Adam said when I came out of my bedroom.
“Good morning, did you sleep well?”
“Yes, your couch is much more comfortable than Ona’s.”
I stopped in my tracks. “You do realize there’s a guest room down the hallway, right?”
Adam lifted his brows. “There’s a guest room?”
“Yes,” I said and waltzed right pass him swaying my hips.
A quick glance over my shoulder made me smile. His eyes were on my butt.
“Did you take Max out already?” I asked.
“Yes, and I picked up some croissants from the bakery downstairs.”
“Good.”
“Why are you dressed for a party?” he asked.
“I’m not. This is how I normally dress when I’m not in a cabin in the woods.”
