Adam leaned back, a slow grin spreading across his face as he took in the flustered expression on the woman's face. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft blush crept up her cheeks, making her even more irresistible. The first time he had laid eyes on her, his heart had faltered—no, it had nearly stopped. She wasn't just beautiful. She was breathtaking. A contradiction wrapped in perfection. Seductive yet innocent. Alluring yet untouchable.
And then he'd discovered that she was married to Spencer. Never had he hated that man more than in that moment. He had the perfect wife at home. And what was he doing? Adam scoffed.
Well, it didn't matter. If Spencer was foolish enough not to cherish what he had, Adam had no qualms about stepping in and taking her for himself. Possession, after all, was just a matter of who held on tighter. He was about to tease her a little more, relishing the way she squirmed under his gaze, when a sudden knock on the door interrupted them.
He didn't miss the way her body tensed, how her eyes widened slightly before narrowing into a sharp glare aimed directly at him. The soft flush that had colored her cheeks only moments ago drained away, leaving her pale. Ah. Whoops.
It seemed she wanted him to put some distance between them.. Sigh. No problem. He could give her that... for now.
With an easy, almost lazy movement, Adam straightened and took a deliberate step back, giving her space. Then, as if he had all the time in the world, he strolled around the desk, heading toward the door. His gaze flickered briefly to the laptop sitting open on her desk, lingering for a second longer on the USB drive plugged into the side before he walked away, leaving with a cryptic comment, "See you soon. Don't miss me too much, Melon."
As he left, a younger woman entered the room, her eyes big and innocent. The moment she entered the room, she could still feel the residual of the testosterone and pheromones. She gave a hooded glance at the woman sitting at her desk and smiled, "Sister, was that your husband who has just returned?"
Melanie blinked, thrown off for a moment, and was about to say no when Laela continued," He's so handsome. Sister, you're really lucky." Then, with a playful tilt of her head and a glimmer of mischief in her gaze, she added, "But if you're not careful... I just might steal him from you."
Melanie let out a tired chuckle, shaking her head. "Drop the act, Leala. He is not my husband. Feel free to steal him."
Leala pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "He's not your husband?" She tapped a finger against her lips, pretending to think. "That's such a shame... No, no, I can't seduce him, then." She let out an exaggerated sigh before flashing Melanie a teasing smile. "Leala has to steal your husband. After all, if a younger sister doesn't steal her sister's husband or fiancé, how will the plot of this story move forward? No no. I have to fulfill my duty as your younger sister."
Melanie rolled her eyes. "Laela. Drop the act. Knowing you, you probably already have some man lined up, waiting for you to bat your eyelashes at him, so you don't have to go to the trouble of trying to steal your brother-in-law. Also, you don't like him."
Laela chuckled and entered the room, casually pulling a chair and slouching down," I don't. For a man who was not even actively present in your life for the past few years, he has made you enough sad. Now that he is back, I can't even think how miserable you will be. I swear, if not for you, I want to bash that Spencer Collins on the head. Anyway. Don't digress. Who was the hottie who just left?"
Melanie sighed," That was Adam, Spencer's brother."
Laela's eyes widened at that. "Holy hell. You have a smoking hot brother-in-law. This plot was not imagined..."
Melanie shook her head and stared at her sister, wondering if she should tell her something. 'The plot has changed direction, actually.' It wasn't her husband she had to worry about, that ship had already sailed seemingly. But it was her brother-in-law who seemed intent on making things complicated.
Ignoring Laela's prattle, Melanie opened her laptop and bagan playing the contenrs of the USb drive... and felt her face pale. It took her a few moments, but Laela seemed to sense that something was wrong. She immediately stood up and rounded the desk, peering into what Melanie was seeing. And as she saw the contents, she could not help but curse aloud. That basta*d!