I looked toward the restaurant door, my breath catching.
“So, you’rejusttired, huh?” Drew muttered before Adam reached us, a hesitant smile on his lips.
“Hey, I thought I’d grab something to eat,” Adam said, placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I didn’t feel like cooking.”
“Sure,” I exhaled. “You could have called. You know we deliver.”
“Sometimes,” he started, edging closer to the counter where I stood frozen, “you don’t know what you want until you see it.”
I had to bite my tongue to stop from reacting and giving myself away. Drew was extremely good at pretending he was doing something else when his entire focus was on something happening yards away. The man was the velociraptor of bartenders.
“And what are you in the mood for?” I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt.
“Can I have the house steak? I’m in the mood for good quality meat.”
Drew snorted, so I grabbed Adam by the hand and led him to my office.
“Steak isn’t the kind of food you have delivered,” I said as the door clicked shut behind us. “If you’re a steak connoisseur, of course.”
Adam leaned back against my solid oak desk, his blue eyes dark with something that sent a shiver down my spine and made my underwear feel way too tight.
“River,” he said, his voice low and certain, pulling me into his orbit.
“Adam,” I began as I stepped forward, closing the gap with a resolve I hadn’t known I possessed. I got close enough that I could smell his body wash. Or, more precisely,mybody wash. Fucker had been home and showered using my soap again.
Our lips met, the kiss an inevitable explosion I was starting to believe was the result of this constant spark between us.
Hands roamed, exploring now-familiar terrain. Clothes got in the way, but I wasn’t so far gone that I couldn’t keep ahold of myself. There were lines we couldn’t cross.
“God, River,” Adam murmured against his skin, “You drive me crazy?—”
“And I’m crazy for you,” I confessed, my breath hitching as Adam’s mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear.
I reluctantly pulled back. The longer we stayed here, the more likely someone would walk in on us.
“I’ll wait up for you tonight,” he said, his gaze searching mine.
“Tonight?”
“Yeah,” he said, a smile playing on his lips. “When you’re done here, come home. I’ll wait up.”
“Okay.” I cradled his face, smiling as he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.
“Let me get your order ready. What do you really want to eat?”
“I’ve already had dinner,” he replied casually.
I shook my head. “You’re cunning.”
“But I got to kiss you,” he said, holding my gaze a moment longer than necessary. “See you later?”
“Later.” I leaned against the desk as I watched him exit my office. I needed an extra couple of minutes to pull myself together.
Drew hit me with a knowing look, shook his head slightly, and returned to his tasks when I walked past the bar later. I ignored him. One day he’d have a taste of his own medicine because I was absolutely sure it was only a matter of time until the dam broke and Drew’s and West’s feelings for each other spilled out.
I spent the rest of the night helping between stations and talking to customers. I truly loved my job despite the long hours, and tonight’s constant stream of walk-ins and bookings was the perfect distraction from thoughts of Adam at home waiting for me.
He often read late into the night, although I’d never seen the light in his bedroom on when I came home after closing the restaurant, so I wondered if today would be different.
