by Tia Wylder
“Adele!” He yelled again, louder this time. “I need to talk to you!”
I rolled my eyes. What the fuck was he here for now, to make me feel even worse about leaving?
Or maybe he’d come with something I could actually use – news of Franchot!
I waited for Jack to reach me before crossing my arms over my chest. “What is it,” I asked sarcastically. “Angry that I left you in Nassau?”
To my surprise, Jack’s face was contorted with rage. His cheeks were bright red, and his lips were pressed together in a firm, angry line.
“How could you,” Jack spat. “How could you do that to me, after everything we shared? After all that we’ve talked about and done!”
I blinked. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said slowly. “Jack, what’s going on?”
“You know exactly what’s going on,” Jack said angrily. “You ruined my new development!”
“What?” My jaw dropped. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “You know what I’m saying, Adele,” he replied caustically. “You went behind my back and contacted my shareholders!”
“Jack, I wouldn’t have the slightest idea how to do that,” I said, feeling truly baffled. “Look, I got back last night. My roommate and I stayed in and ordered a pizza, and then I went to bed. This morning, I came straight here and worked in the library all day. Look,” I added, pulling out my notebook. “These are all from today. I haven’t even looked at my phone.”
Jack frowned. He looked puzzled. “If it wasn’t you, then…”
“Seriously, Jack,” I said angrily. “Do you have to be so fucking dense? It was probably Franchot or one of his little minions!”
Jack looked both embarrassed and guilty. “I didn’t even think of that,” he said slowly. “I thought you were angry with me, because you’d left, and that you came back here and tried to do something to put my project on hold.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” I said quickly. “We’re supposed to be a team, remember? Look, Jack, the reason why I got so angry was that I thought you were prioritizing your development over helping me, like we agreed on.”
Jack heaved a long sigh. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he looked at me – really looked at me – and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“Adele, really, I’m sorry,” Jack said. He put his face in his hands and groaned. “This whole thing is driving me crazy, and I’ve been taking it out on you. I’m just under a lot of stress.”
“Well, I am too,” I said angrily. “And I don’t exactly appreciate being accused of trying to foil you!”
“I’m sorry,” Jack said again. He took his hands away from his face and gave me a mournful look. “I really am. Please, forgive me.”
I sighed. “I need to go,” I said. “I have a lot of studying and writing to do, especially if I’m going to finish my work at a decent hour.”
Jack frowned. “Are you hungry?”
Before I could reply, my stomach growled. The gurgling sound broke the tension between me and Jack, and I felt almost relieved.
“Yeah,” I said, a small smile creeping across my face. “I could eat.”
Jack offered me his gloved hand. I hesitated a second before accepting.
“Let me buy you dinner,” Jack said. “Let’s go. Nick’s waiting for me in the parking lot.”
Riding in Jack’s limo with Nick at the helm was a lot more comfortable than riding on a school shuttle bus. As soon as Jack and I were safely inside the backseat, I began shedding layers.
“We can’t go anywhere fancy,” I moaned, looking down at my sweater and torn jeans. “I look like hell.”
Jack smirked. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I know the perfect place.”
Jack had Nick take us to a small diner just outside of West End. It had always been one of my favorite neighborhoods in Boston, but I rarely went because everything was so expensive. This diner didn’t look expensive, though. The windows were fogged with steam, and the inside smelled like delicious bacon grease and coffee.
“I used to come here when I was in college,” Jack explained. “It was the last place my father would send his minions looking for me.”
I smirked. “I bet that was terrible for you,” I said.
Jack narrowed his eyes, and I flushed.
“You have no idea,” Jack said smoothly. He passed me a menu – they were covered with a grimy layer of plastic – and glanced down at his own. “This place has the best milkshakes. And cheese fries.”
I burst out laughing. “It’s admittedly a little hard to picture you eating cheese fries,” I said.
Jack licked his lips and leaned closer. “Oh, Adele, I eat all kinds of things,” he said.
I blushed bright red. “I bet you do,” I said.
Just then, I felt Jack’s hand on my thigh under the table. I almost jumped in surprise, but his touch was warm on my cold denim-clad thigh, and I wriggled closer, wanting him to touch me everywhere.
“What can I get for you kids?”
The sound of the waitress’s voice made me jump and flush again. Jack laughed heartily, and the sound filled me with warmth.
“I’ll have a double bacon cheeseburger, medium rare, with bacon and a side of chili cheese fries. Oh, and a strawberry milkshake,” Jack said. He smirked at me. “Adele?”
I had been planning to order a Caesar salad, but that sounded so good I wasn’t able to help myself. “I’ll have the same,” I said, still flushing.
The waitress beamed at Jack – I couldn’t tell if she recognized him from the years before or was just charmed by his handsome face – before putting her notepad in her pocket and walking away.
“Same as me?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “How can a girl like you eat that much?”
“I burn calories worrying about the environment,” I said drily. “So, what happened? With your development and Franchot?”
Jack groaned. “I don’t feel like talking about it right now,” he said. “Let’s just have a good time, okay?”
I bit my lip. I knew I shouldn’t be getting too friendly with Jack…which was ludicrous, considering we’d already slept together. But it felt so good to be with someone who wasn’t Lisa, or another one of my colleagues. Being with Jack was like being with an old friend, or maybe an old rival-turned-friend. Despite our differences, I had the sense that we truly understood each other.
The food arrived, and Jack and I fell upon it hungrily. I ate almost every bite until I was stuffed. Reaching under my parka, I unsnapped my jeans and yawned.
“I feel like I’m going to pass out,” I groaned. “I can’t believe I ate so much.”
Jack laughed. “You want me to give you a ride home?” He leaned closer. “Or do you want to come over and have a night cap? I can tell you about Franchot,” he added, raising his eyebrow in a smirk.
I blushed. I wanted to be alone with Jack. Very much, in fact. But was this just going to turn into another round of him trying to seduce me?
And furthermore, would I mind?
“Okay,” I said slowly. “We can have a nightcap. Just one, though. I should get back to campus early in the morning. I have more work to do.”
Jack smirked. God, why did every face he made manage to look so sexy?!
“We can arrange that,” Jack said in a silky smooth voice. He put a wad of cash on the table and held out his arm to me. “Let’s go.”
As Nick drove us to Jack’s posh condo, we barely spoke. The sky was pitch black and cloudy, without the slightest hint of stars. I was feeling much less bloated – heck, if anything, I was tense and excited to be alone with Jack again. What would happen? Would we talk business?
Or…?
I blushed hotly. As Nick slowed the limo outside of Jack’s condo complex, I shivered slightly.
Jack turned to me with a look of concern on his face. “You okay?”
I nodded. “I’m fine,” I said.
“Good.”
Jack led the way inside and again, I tried not to stare at the luxurious interior. When we got to the penthouse, Jack opened his door and showed me inside. He took my coat and reappeared a few seconds later with two small tumblers of brandy.
“This should help you warm up,” Jack said. “Come on, I’ll start a fire.”
I followed Jack into the living room and giggled as he flicked a switch on the wall. Flames sprung to life behind a glass-encased gas fireplace.
“This is cozy,” I said, sinking down into the plush carpet and kicking off my soaked snowboots. The heat from the gas fire felt good on the soles of my feet, and I closed my eyes, moaning softly with pleasure as I began to warm up.
That’s when I felt Jack’s lips on mine. My eyes flew open, and I saw him, leaning over me. He pulled away and licked his lips.
“Is this okay?” Jack asked in a low, sexy voice.
My stomach twitched and tensed with arousal. “Oh, yes,” I said without even thinking about it. Now that I was kissing Jack again, in his own condo and not some hotel hallway, I wanted him more than ever. As carefully as I could, I set the glass of brandy down on the floor and pulled Jack down on top of me.
Our kiss grew deeper, more passionate as each moment passed. Jack pushed me down on the carpet with gentle hands and crawled between my legs, nudging my thighs apart with one of his own. When I felt his muscular thigh brushing against my crotch, I threw my head back and moaned into Jack’s mouth. Jack buried his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling and licking until I thought I would go crazy. When I felt his warm hands slipping under the fabric of my shirt, I shivered.
“Are you cold?” Jack whispered. His breath tickled my ear, and I shook my head.
“No,” I whispered back. “Just excited.”
Jack pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra with an expert touch, pulling the lacy material away from my breasts. My nipples were stiff and hard with arousal, and when Jack bent his head to my chest and began to suck on them, I thought I would die of pleasure.
I tangled my hands in Jack’s luxurious hair and gently tugged at his scalp until he groaned with pleasure. He pushed his thigh harder against my crotch and pleasure flowed through my body. I pulled Jack’s shirt over his head and threw it to the ground, running my hands over his smooth chest and marveling at the muscles. He was so gorgeous, so toned, so perfect that I could hardly stand it. I couldn’t believe that in this moment, he was completely mine.
“God, Adele,” Jack groaned as I slid my hands lower and lower until my fingers were rubbing over the obvious bulge at the fork of his trousers. Jack took his mouth away from my nipples and fumbled with his belt, unzipping his pants and pushing them down his narrow hips. I could hardly take my eyes away from him – he was perfect, like a Greek god. When he put his fingers to my own jeans and began unzipping the fly, I shuddered again. Lust was coiled in my lower belly, tense and hot, and my clit was aching for attention. When Jack dipped his head to mine in another passionate kiss, I yanked my panties down my legs and kicked free of my jeans. The fire flickered sensually behind us, and I closed my eyes as Jack put a hand between my legs. My thighs were slick and slippery with my own arousal, and when I felt him slide a finger inside of me, I moaned and shivered.
“I want you,” I purred. “So much, Jack.”
Jack grinned at me. He playfully nipped at my lower lip until I cried out with pleasure. Then he crawled between my legs and steadied himself with a hand against my thigh. His cock was massive and hard, and I reached forward, wrapping my fingers around the smooth skin and pumping Jack’s member up and down until he was thrusting into my hand and groaning. Jack pushed my fingers away and held his cock, thrusting deeply inside of me. I arched my back and moaned with delicious ecstasy as Jack buried himself inside of me.
“Oh, god, yes,” Jack groaned. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer, pushing his manhood deep inside. It felt so good that I could hardly move, hardly breathe. My skin was hot and tingly as we began to move together, thrusting and wriggling and shoving like a practiced art. As our lovemaking grew more intense, I began to pant and sweat. I wrapped my arms around Jack’s neck and pulled him close, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist as he thrust deeper and deeper with every moment.
Jack put his hand between our bodies and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. It felt heavenly, and soon I was moaning and shrieking with pleasure as my body tingled and danced. When I closed my eyes, I saw fireworks exploding on the inside of my lids. Jack grunted and arched his back, driving his cock inside of me with powerful thrusts.
When my orgasm hit, it was like a massive wave crashing over my head. I gasped and moaned, screaming Jack’s name as my body pulsed and twitched over and over again. Jack groaned, too, bucking and gasping and thrusting inside until I could feel his cock twitching with his own pleasure. He came powerfully, grabbing me and kissing me with shaking lips as our pleasure met and mingled together in a perfect dance.
We lay there together, panting and gasping, as the warmth began to leave my body. Jack rolled to the side and held me close. I knew I should be relaxed and happy, but part of me was unable to calm down. I’d come here to talk business, and now what? I’d let my guard down and fucked Jack again, slept with the only man who knew how to charm me.
I was disgusted with myself.
Pushing Jack away, I reached for my bra and panties, wriggling into my clothes with an awkward, graceless speed.
“Hey, Adele, what’s going on,” Jack asked. He frowned. “Where are you going? Stay over, it’s freezing out there.”
I looked at him, trying to read his face for anything other than blind, billionaire playboy lust.
“I can’t,” I said flatly. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”
“Adele, wait!”
But I didn’t turn around. Pulling on my parka, I stormed out of Jack’s condo and into the frigid Boston night.
Chapter Twelve
Jack
After Adele left, I was angry. I couldn’t believe that she’d done it again – allowed her guard to slip down, and then spit in my face when I showed her the same courtesy. It was impossible. Dealing with her was like dealing with a child. But even so, I was more drawn to Adele than ever before. I didn’t want to stop seeing her. Hell, I could barely tear my mind away from her. The only thing that had the power to distract me was thinking about work.
That night, I stayed up late working on the plans for the new Trident Gold property in Nassau. The plans were coming together nicely, and I couldn’t wait for the chance to really go over the fine details. I was itching to go back to Nassau and talk to the developers and construction men.
When Barnes called early in the morning, my wounded pride had begun to fade. I answered the phone with a smirk.
“What do you want, it’s not like you to be awake so early,” I said teasingly. “What’s going on?”
Barnes was silent.
“Come on, man,” I said. “What the hell is it? What’s going on?”
Barnes sighed. “I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but have you seen the weather?”
I frowned. “No.” I flashed back to myself and Adele, tangled up in bed the night before. “I was busy last night.”
“Turn on the news,” Barnes said. “I’ll wait.”
There was a sinking feeling in my stomach as I reached for the remote and turned on the news. Sure enough, there was a massive tropical storm…and it was headed right for Nassau.
“You’re kidding,” I said. “The construction just started! There’s no fucking way this can happen right now!” Hot anger bubbled up inside of me, and I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down.
“I wish,” Barnes said drily. “I think you’re going to have to go out there.”
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “What, like fly right into the storm?”
“There’s more to it than that,” Barnes continued. “I
started doing a little work on your man, Franchot.”
I groaned. Hearing more about Franchot was the last thing I needed right now – especially if it was bad. And judging from the tone of Barnes’s voice, it certainly wasn’t good.
“What is it?”
“So, a few years back, he was working on a development in Mexico, did you hear about that?”
“No,” I said. “Just get to the point, Barnes. This could be a crisis.”
“Well, he was starting construction just as a hurricane was planning to hit. There was another resort property that had already been built a few miles away. After the storm, Franchot’s property was fine…but the other, existing resort had been completely demolished.”