Page 51 of Adam’s Obsession

“Do you think maybe she got laid in Vegas?” Billy asked.“Like, maybe she got a taste of some man meat and now she’s hungry for more?”

Adam frowned, certain now that the little cretins were, infact, talking about Kat. No, he thought. She’s not hungry for moreman meat. At least not intern man meat. He stood and glared over thepartition.

No one noticed him.

“She has a boyfriend,” Sara offered. “She’s notinterested in any of you.”

“She has a boyfriend?” Jack spat chunks of a partiallymasticated sandwich pocket on the table.

Yeah. She does.

“Since when?”

Sara blew out a breath. “Since forever?”

“I never heard she had a boyfriend,” Jack complained.

“Why would she tell you?”

Yeah. Why would she?

Jack’s lip curled. “I bet he’s a limp dick.” He glancedaround at the others. “Otherwise, why would she be such an ice queen?”

Adam’s muscles bunched. Suddenly Jack looked like someonewho needed a smackdown.

“I bet she got laid in Vegas by some hot stud, like a malestripper or some shit like that, and she got the fever.” Kenny, Adam decided,was delusional.

“She needs a hot beef injection,” Billy suggested and theothers—with the exception of Sara—concurred. Sara rolled her eyes in disgust.

It was only by extreme strength of will that Adam refrainedfrom ripping their collective heads off. Granted, the occupants of thelunchroom were the younger crowd at Trillo–Maris—the interns and the morons andJack—but their comments were unprofessional at best and insulting at worst.

And they were talking about Katherine. HisKatherine. That in itself made him want to do damage to their persons. Hebristled but before he could make his opinions known, Jack offered the coupde grâce.

“I think maybe I should seduce her.”

Adam’s blood curdled. He opened his mouth to speak but histhroat was clogged with rage.

“Man. That would be sweet.”

Sara shook her head. “Impossible.”

“How amazing would that be? Anybody up for a bet?” Jackopened his arms wide, encompassing the group. “The guy who kisses her firstwins. Wadda ya say? Kenny? You in?”

“Oh man.” Kenny made a face and shuddered in what Adam couldonly assume was nerdish delight. “Imagine collecting on that bet.”

Sara blew out a breath and glanced at Adam. “Are we gonna tohave to sit through another sexual harassment training? I swear to God.Sometimes I feel like I work in a frat house.”

Billy and Kenny—neither of whom had seen the inside of afrat house—high-fived. “Awesome.”

Jack turned and noticed Adam for the first time. “Hey,buddy. What do you think? Want in on the bet?”

Adam glared at Jack and snarled, “What the hell is wrongwith you?”

“Dude.” Jack leaned back and threw up his hands. “I was onlyjoking. No need to go all feral on me.”

“Not. Funny.”

“Dude.” Jack collected and crumpled up his trash. “No needto get so intense.”