I was shocked. And confused. And afraid. Luz’s words of warning kept repeating in my head, but they were growing more silent with each passing moment.
“Um, I—”
“I’ll compensate you for your hospitality,” Adam cut in. “Just name your price.”
I was stupid enough to consider it. Luz may have been right, but I wasn’t the type of man to let his friend down. Well, maybe calling us friends would be a stretch, but I still wanted to help him out. Also, I planned to get something out of it.
“Okay,” I said finally. “I want you to promise me you will never call me a weirdo again.”
“You got it.”
“And you will make me that dinner.”
Adam nodded. “Agreed. What else?”
“I’m…” I had to force the next words out, but it had to be said. “As I mentioned before, I’m attracted to a dick. If I pop a boner or two, despite your charming personality, I don’t want to be embarrassed about it.”
“Fine. Anything else?”
So, he really was desperate.
“Ten bucks.”
I said it only to save face.
He took the wallet out of his pocket and threw the bill on the sofa.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
It was a simple enough question, but I still struggled answering it.
“Down the hall and to the left.”
Adam headed there, taking off his T-shirt and making my jaw drop. What in the ever-loving fuck was going on? He was all over me at Pete’s, then he acted as if I were a leper in the car, and now he was spending the night here?
When he disappeared into the bedroom, I swallowed with difficulty, not knowing what to do. I was still standing there when he banged on the wall, making me flinch.
“Yo!” he bellowed. “I fucking paid.”
I hurried into the bedroom, only to trip over the doorstep when I saw him sprawled on the bed, half-naked. It meant he left his boxers on, but everything else was on display. A massive, hairy chest, check. Thighs thick like tree trunks, check. Abs sculpted from marble, check. When Adam tucked his arms under his head, presenting me with his armpits, I gulped. I thought his armpits were quite beautiful, which made me wonder if I had an armpit fetish I didn’t know about. I forced myself to shift my gaze to his bulging biceps, which looked capable of tearing a wall down.
“What are you waiting for, princess?” Adam said, smirking. “Strip.”
Jesus.
I checked my phone for the time to postpone the inevitable. “Don’t you want to watch a movie first… or something?”
Adam laughed. “This is not a date, Jordan. I paid you for a sleepover, not cuddling in front of the TV.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I growled, already regretting my decision to let him stay. “It’s early… that’s all I meant.”
“Not for me,” he deadpanned. “I haven’t slept in three days.”
And just like that, I felt like a massive idiot. How insensitive could I be? The man suffered, but he still showed up on time for work every morning, and he was always the last to leave the station.
As I stripped, Adam watched me, which was disconcerting to say the least. It made me aware of every movement I made, be it slipping out of my shirt or unbuttoning my pants. As I undressed, his blue gaze lingered on me, moving as I moved. By the time I took off all my clothes except briefs, my cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“You didn’t have to stare,” I mumbled, draping my pants over the chair.
