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last time anyone had made me feel this way.
A holiday party for law librarians. Sounds pretty wild, he joked.
Last year Bruce and I were almost comatose by the end. It doesn t help that because it s an
officially sponsored event they won t serve alcohol.
Why do they hold it in a pub then? he asked, furrowing his brow.
I can only assume it s some kind of cruel joke, I answered.
Well, in answer to your question, yes, I ll give you a ride. It s my civic duty to keep a beaten up
Ford Fiesta off the roadways.
I probably would have just taken the bus.
The bus? Why don t you just wear a mug me sign?
When I m a famous &
Yeah, yeah. I know, Hemingway.
Chapter Six
Soon he was parking. We went through the ritual of the sticking front door, the broken inner door.
When we got inside, I saw M. Davis, the elderly man from the second floor, come down the stairs. He
seemed like a sweet old guy. He looked at Adam and did a double take.
Hey, I recognize you! he said to Adam and came over to us like he had found an old friend. I
thought maybe they knew each other socially or something.
I recognize you too, Adam answered, a smile slowly forming on his lips.
Yeah, you weren t the fella who was prosecutin me, but you were there with him. I m
Maximillian Davis! He smiled at Adam, who was now grinning from ear to ear.
Right, Mr. Davis! You were the gentleman who committed all the moving violations on your way
to make a booty call. I must have looked shocked, and Adam must have seen it in his peripheral
vision, because he almost lost it.
You do remember! My Viagra had kicked in, but I didn t know how long I had! I could see
Adam struggling not to laugh, and I knew that he wanted desperately to look at me, but that he couldn t
do it without cracking up.
Ms. Adler here, is close friends with your former lawyer.
Oh, I remember her! She was a cutie pie and, oh boy, she was feisty! I think that other prosecutor
had a crush on her, he said with a knowing smile. Bet you guys get all the cute lady lawyers, huh?
Ms. Adler, also a lawyer, Adam answered, practically overflowing with amusement as he
implied that he was getting me. I wanted to strangle him.
Nice to meet you, I said evenly. He finally turned to me and the sweet old guy proceeded to
check me out!
The pleasure s all mine, cupcake. If she s as feisty as her friend, I ll bet she keeps you busy, he
said, giving Adam a wink and an elbow.
Oh yeah! She gives me a workout, man, Adam said with a smirk and I glared.
I need to get upstairs, I growled through gritted teeth. Now!
You know how it is when they re in the mood, Adam said, barely containing himself. I gave him
a homicidal look and stalked off. He followed cheerfully.
Have fun! Let me know if you need to borrow some Viagra!
I fumed and stomped up the steps as the chuckles of my dirty old man neighbor disappeared in the
distance. When we got to my apartment door, I unlocked it with a huff, threw it open and turned to
Adam angrily.
Will you get in here?! I growled.
I d love to come in for a while, thanks, he replied with a smile. As soon as he was inside I shut
the door with a bang behind him, spun around, and faced him furiously.
Do you have to imply to everyone in this building that we re sleeping together? I demanded,
marching up to stand toe to toe with him and giving him my best irate glare.
I didn t say anything to the guy from the charm school, the Ninja or the Sopranos, he answered
defensively.
You promised Donna that you wouldn t make me holler too loudly, I seethed.
I m sorry. I didn t realize you valued her moral judgment so highly. He didn t look sorry. He
looked extremely amused. Bastard!
I just prefer that you not tell people who you just met that I give you a workout.
I ve met him before.
Would you say that kind of stuff if we really were sleeping together?!
That s an interesting point. Maybe we should explore that.
Do you want to fuck me, Adam?
Is this a trick question?
Just answer!
Yes?
Then may I suggest that you consider employing a new strategy? Like treating me with respect,
and eventually, maybe even asking me out on a fucking date?! It s amazing what anger can do to help
one overcome fear of rejection.
Would you agree to go out on a date with me if I asked you?
If you promised to genuinely make an effort to treat me with respect!
So does this mean I make you feel something? he asked merrily.
Yes! Enraged! I narrowed my eyes and glowered at him.
You re really adorable when you re all worked up like this, you know.
Bunny rabbits are adorable! I am passionate!
See, I do make you feel something besides rage, he pointed out with a satisfied smile. We have
chemistry.
So does an H bomb.
Look, I realize this is crazy. He laughed. Really I do, trust me, but what the hell. Adler, do you
want to go on a date with me?
Okay, I said hesitantly. But we should start with the socializing together at O Malley s on
Friday.
Pre-date socialization. I m down with that. And if we manage that without bloodshed, you want
to have an actual date on Saturday?
Well, um, there s this author party thing on Saturday night at that club, Inferno. Fiery Ladies and
Red Hot Books? Inferno? Get it? I looked at the ceiling. Anyway, I m supposed to go as Lilah
Alden. I was thinking about having some fun with it, since I m an erotic novelist. I was, you know,
going to dress kind of sexy and &
Hell, yes! I want to go. My gaze flew back to him.
You do? Oh. Uh, okay. This conversation was so surreal that I felt like I was on the verge of
having an out-of-body experience.
See, we re getting along better already. You should have asked me if I wanted to fuck you a long
time ago.
Are you trying to make me kill you? I glared at him for a moment, but as he stood there smiling [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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last time anyone had made me feel this way.
A holiday party for law librarians. Sounds pretty wild, he joked.
Last year Bruce and I were almost comatose by the end. It doesn t help that because it s an
officially sponsored event they won t serve alcohol.
Why do they hold it in a pub then? he asked, furrowing his brow.
I can only assume it s some kind of cruel joke, I answered.
Well, in answer to your question, yes, I ll give you a ride. It s my civic duty to keep a beaten up
Ford Fiesta off the roadways.
I probably would have just taken the bus.
The bus? Why don t you just wear a mug me sign?
When I m a famous &
Yeah, yeah. I know, Hemingway.
Chapter Six
Soon he was parking. We went through the ritual of the sticking front door, the broken inner door.
When we got inside, I saw M. Davis, the elderly man from the second floor, come down the stairs. He
seemed like a sweet old guy. He looked at Adam and did a double take.
Hey, I recognize you! he said to Adam and came over to us like he had found an old friend. I
thought maybe they knew each other socially or something.
I recognize you too, Adam answered, a smile slowly forming on his lips.
Yeah, you weren t the fella who was prosecutin me, but you were there with him. I m
Maximillian Davis! He smiled at Adam, who was now grinning from ear to ear.
Right, Mr. Davis! You were the gentleman who committed all the moving violations on your way
to make a booty call. I must have looked shocked, and Adam must have seen it in his peripheral
vision, because he almost lost it.
You do remember! My Viagra had kicked in, but I didn t know how long I had! I could see
Adam struggling not to laugh, and I knew that he wanted desperately to look at me, but that he couldn t
do it without cracking up.
Ms. Adler here, is close friends with your former lawyer.
Oh, I remember her! She was a cutie pie and, oh boy, she was feisty! I think that other prosecutor
had a crush on her, he said with a knowing smile. Bet you guys get all the cute lady lawyers, huh?
Ms. Adler, also a lawyer, Adam answered, practically overflowing with amusement as he
implied that he was getting me. I wanted to strangle him.
Nice to meet you, I said evenly. He finally turned to me and the sweet old guy proceeded to
check me out!
The pleasure s all mine, cupcake. If she s as feisty as her friend, I ll bet she keeps you busy, he
said, giving Adam a wink and an elbow.
Oh yeah! She gives me a workout, man, Adam said with a smirk and I glared.
I need to get upstairs, I growled through gritted teeth. Now!
You know how it is when they re in the mood, Adam said, barely containing himself. I gave him
a homicidal look and stalked off. He followed cheerfully.
Have fun! Let me know if you need to borrow some Viagra!
I fumed and stomped up the steps as the chuckles of my dirty old man neighbor disappeared in the
distance. When we got to my apartment door, I unlocked it with a huff, threw it open and turned to
Adam angrily.
Will you get in here?! I growled.
I d love to come in for a while, thanks, he replied with a smile. As soon as he was inside I shut
the door with a bang behind him, spun around, and faced him furiously.
Do you have to imply to everyone in this building that we re sleeping together? I demanded,
marching up to stand toe to toe with him and giving him my best irate glare.
I didn t say anything to the guy from the charm school, the Ninja or the Sopranos, he answered
defensively.
You promised Donna that you wouldn t make me holler too loudly, I seethed.
I m sorry. I didn t realize you valued her moral judgment so highly. He didn t look sorry. He
looked extremely amused. Bastard!
I just prefer that you not tell people who you just met that I give you a workout.
I ve met him before.
Would you say that kind of stuff if we really were sleeping together?!
That s an interesting point. Maybe we should explore that.
Do you want to fuck me, Adam?
Is this a trick question?
Just answer!
Yes?
Then may I suggest that you consider employing a new strategy? Like treating me with respect,
and eventually, maybe even asking me out on a fucking date?! It s amazing what anger can do to help
one overcome fear of rejection.
Would you agree to go out on a date with me if I asked you?
If you promised to genuinely make an effort to treat me with respect!
So does this mean I make you feel something? he asked merrily.
Yes! Enraged! I narrowed my eyes and glowered at him.
You re really adorable when you re all worked up like this, you know.
Bunny rabbits are adorable! I am passionate!
See, I do make you feel something besides rage, he pointed out with a satisfied smile. We have
chemistry.
So does an H bomb.
Look, I realize this is crazy. He laughed. Really I do, trust me, but what the hell. Adler, do you
want to go on a date with me?
Okay, I said hesitantly. But we should start with the socializing together at O Malley s on
Friday.
Pre-date socialization. I m down with that. And if we manage that without bloodshed, you want
to have an actual date on Saturday?
Well, um, there s this author party thing on Saturday night at that club, Inferno. Fiery Ladies and
Red Hot Books? Inferno? Get it? I looked at the ceiling. Anyway, I m supposed to go as Lilah
Alden. I was thinking about having some fun with it, since I m an erotic novelist. I was, you know,
going to dress kind of sexy and &
Hell, yes! I want to go. My gaze flew back to him.
You do? Oh. Uh, okay. This conversation was so surreal that I felt like I was on the verge of
having an out-of-body experience.
See, we re getting along better already. You should have asked me if I wanted to fuck you a long
time ago.
Are you trying to make me kill you? I glared at him for a moment, but as he stood there smiling [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]