Page 33 of Regret

“Hi.” He held out his hand. “I’m Adam Masters, the best friend. You are?”

Scarlet looked Adam up and down—slowly. “It’s Sunday.”

Adam smiled. “Hi, Sunday. What an unusual yet gorgeous name.”

Hunter snorted, and Scarlet glanced in his direction before returning her attention back to Adam. “No, I mean today is Sunday.”

“Oh.” Adam looked confused—and Hunter was loving it.

Scarlet narrowed her eyes. “Do you work on Sundays?”

“No. Why?”

She leaned forward. “Then why the hell are you wearing a suit on a Sunday?”

Hunter burst out laughing, and by the look on Adam’s face, he realized that the joke was on him. Scarlet smiled while Adam stood there, not knowing what the fuck to say.

“Well,” Adam placed his hands in his pants pockets, “a man should always look his best, no matter what day of the week.”

Scarlet gave a step forward and started to wind his tie up around her fist. “From my experience, there’s only one way a man can always look his best.” She pressed against him and pushed herself up on her toes, bringing her face close to his. “Naked and between my legs.”

Hunter was so lost in her voice and the seduction that swirled around her like a hurricane that for the second time since Adam and Scarlet had been in the same room, Hunter wanted to plant his fist in Adam’s face.

Adam’s gaze remained locked on hers. “You’re a tease.”

“And you smell like apple condoms.”

She stepped back with a wry smile on her face before loosening the towel from around her body and pulling it off from underneath the shirt she had on. Just the thought that Scarlet was completely naked under his shirt gave Hunter a hard-on that would drill straight through the fucking Great Wall of China.

Adam winked at her. “I don’t use condoms, sweetheart.”

“Oh, that’s nice. So you’re a walking STD, then?”

Scarlet moved past him toward the kitchen, and Hunter just stood there laughing as he took in the stunned look on Adam’s face.

Adam turned to him. “I don’t like her.”

“Yeah, man. It seems like not a lot of people do.”

Scarlet shot Hunter a warning glare, but he just kept on laughing.

Adam buttoned up his suit jacket. “I’ll leave you two evenly disturbed people to get back to dry humping.” He walked to the front door and turned to Hunter. “I’ll call you later in regards to that little favor.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Scarlet said as she closed the fridge, standing with a glass of OJ in her hands. “Did you come for a blowjob? Did my presence interrupt your early Sunday morning rendezvous?”

Hunter knew by now not to take a single word this woman said seriously. Adam, on the other hand, looked like he was having a cursing fest inside his tiny little mind while glancing from Scarlet to Hunter.

“I hope you have a leash for this one, man. I’m out.”

As Adam closed the door, there were a few seconds of silence before both Hunter and Scarlet burst out laughing.

“I like your friend,” she said before taking a sip of her OJ and walking into the living room.

Hunter stared after her. “That’s the way you treat someone you just met and like?”

She placed her glass on the table and walked toward the blue boxing bag hanging by the open area behind the couch.

“You should see me when I meet someone I don’t like.” She threw a hard punch against the bag, sending it swinging in the other direction.

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