Page 50 of Adam’s Obsession

Tristan narrowed his eyes. “None of your damn business.”

“I think I hit a nerve.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I don’t have to,” Adam said with a smug smile. “Ihave a girlfriend.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Wanna talk about it, Tristan? ‘Cause I’m dying to know whoyou’ve been lusting after.”

“I said, none of your goddamn business, and I meant it.”

“All right. Fair enough.” Adam relaxed his stance. “Howabout this. I’ll stay out of your private life as long as you stay out ofmine.”

Tristan blew out a breath. Hell. He knew when he was beat.But he’d be damned if he’d leave it like this. Live and let live was a greatphilosophy, just not when it came to his business.

He amended, “I’ll stay out of your private life if you cankeep your private life out of my business life.”

Adam stretched out his hand. “Deal.” He beamed like a kidjust offered the keys to the candy store but Tristan was far from delighted.With unclouded vision, he could see all kinds of disasters raising their uglyheads in the future.

At least, he comforted himself, Adam hadn’t discovered hisdark secret.

That would have been the worst disaster of all.

“Whoa, mama. I’d like to tap that ass.”

Behind the partition, eating his lunch, Adam grimaced. JackMaris was always pontificating on the prime asses that needed to be tapped andasses he’d like to tap and, well, asses in general. Adam noticed that all thoseprime asses managed to remain wholly untapped. By Jack, at least.

“Holy cow, yeah,” Kenny, the intern, chimed in. “She’s onehot mama.”

Adam poked his head over the short wall. The interns wereseated in their usual gaggle at the lunch table worshiping Jack. Sara—newlyreturned from her mother’s deathbed and relieved it had been a false alarm—satwith them, shaking her head and muttering under her breath.

“Did you see what she’s wearing today?” Billy wiped his handdramatically across his brow, like whatever it was, was way too hot to handle.

Sara frowned and bit into her apple. “It’s the same thingshe’s always worn,” she muttered.

“Not,” Kenny chirped.

“No.” Jack shook his head. “I mean, technically it’s thesame boring blouse but she un-frickin’-buttoned it.”

“Like, two buttons!” Billy moaned and buried his pimply facein his hands.

Kenny swallowed. His long, thin throat undulated. “You couldpractically see her cleavage.”

Man, thought Adam, these guys really need to getlaid.

“Oh. She wants it,” Jack, the arbiter of all things sexual,announced. “I mean, haven’t you noticed a difference?”

“Like, totally.” Billy nodded.

“Oh yeah.” Kenny’s head bobbed as well.

Jack licked his lips. “There’s something about her latelythat just, I dunno, sets off all my triggers.”

“I know. Like, since she got back from Vegas.”

Adam’s jaw snapped shut. His left eyelid started to twitch.