Mr. President 2(215)

Now, I’m just confused. I can’t live here. How could I? It’s all kinds of complicated, and I don’t have room for that in my life. What would that even make us? Roommates? Fuck buddies? Definitely not friends with benefits because I don’t even know the guy.

“I’m sorry,” I stammer, pulling my panties up and shoving my skirt down as fast as I can. I reach for the doorknob as confusion washes over Reese’s face. His heartbreakingly gorgeous face.

Yeah. I can’t do this. It’s just asking for heartbreak. Because there is no way I can live with this guy and keep my hands off him. Which means I can’t live with him at all. Even if that means after this week I’m effectively homeless.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat, twisting the knob and practically running out the door before he can stop me. I don’t look back.#p#分页标题#e#





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I pace my office, my phone pressed against my ear. “What do you mean there’s no other address?”

My assistant tries to respond calmly, but I can tell my outburst has rattled her. “Exactly what it sounds like. Her application said her current lease ended last Saturday. And she didn’t have any forwarding address or anything.

I rake my hand through my hair. It’s been almost two weeks since Adrienne ran from my apartment and I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t get her out of my head. I pulled out all the stops trying to run into her on the 6 Train, but I know she has to be avoiding me, changing her schedule or something.

I need to find her. No, I have to find her. Somehow she has totally taken over my waking—and sleeping—thoughts.

“Well, I think we have enough resources to figure this out,” I say, trying to rein in my frustration. For fuck’s sake, I own one of the biggest real estate conglomerates in the city. Someone should be able to track her down. Then it hits me. Her job.

“What did she list as her place of employment?”

After a few minutes, she has the info together and I’m headed out of my office building and up Lexington. Yeah, I’m acting like a total stalker. I’m taking this meeting on the train thing way further than before. But I can’t explain it. I need to know why she ran out on me. Know what was going through her head.

More than that, I actually want to know her. That’s a new one. I don’t do this. I don’t date women, get close to women. But that’s exactly where my mind has been. That I want to find out more about Adrienne Rhodes.

She’s a total contradiction. Prim and proper exterior, sultry sex underneath. I’d like to think that it’s just curiosity. I’ve had a sample, and now I want the full meal.

But I’m lying to myself. How else can I explain the fact that for two months I’ve watched this woman on the train, been curious about her?

There’s obviously something about her that some part of me has responded to. And I need to figure it out.

I glance at my watch as I approach the Dover Street Market. It’s nearing the time that I’d normally head for the train, so maybe she’s leaving work. I catch a glimpse of long blonde waves and feel a rush of adrenaline and desire.

It’s her. She’s across the street, and I walk through the crowds as fast as I can, trying to catch up to her. She turns the corner and heads for the subway station just as the light changes and cars start flying down Lexington in the crazy way that only New York drivers do. Shit, I’m going to lose her.

Finally, I make my way across, practically running. I should feel ridiculous—this is so not me. But I need to talk to her. Ask her to dinner like I should have two fucking months ago.

I hit the stairs leading down to the platform, and see bright blonde just ahead boarding the train. I don’t think I’ll make it before the doors slide shut. But that’s not acceptable. I dodge and push through people, ignoring the dirty looks and dirtier comments tossed my way, and slip into the car just in time.

“Adrienne!”

She’s across the car, standing and holding onto a pole, her eyes wide as she stares at me in shock.

I push through the crowded train to get to her.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I smile, just glad that I finally found her, and take her hand. “I need to talk to you.”

The shiver that courses through her at my touch radiates back through my own body. It was like this in my apartment too. My body simply aware of hers, every touch electric. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and we didn’t even have sex.#p#分页标题#e#

Adrienne looks up at me, those blue eyes trying to read me.

“Why did you leave? Why did you run out?”