Voyeur Extraordinaire(61)

Chapter Twenty





Embarrassment crawled over my skin, quickly followed by anger. Let me make it up to you, my ass. I couldn’t believe Adrian was already fucking someone else. The concierge caught up to me, his face red, and panting. Up close, I could see how pockmarked his skin was. “I’m sorry, Mr. Black, I couldn’t stop her.”

Adrian ignored the man. His green eyes slid over my wet hair clinging to my face, my soaked coat, my naked legs covered in goose-bumps and Bruno who sat beside me, waggling his tail as if he was happy to see Adrian. Then his gaze found my face again. “Nora?”

“I forgot my key in my apartment and my spare key is with my best friend Amy, but I can’t reach her, so I thought…” I trailed off. What exactly had I thought? A woman stepped into view behind Adrian. She was wearing a dark blue bathrobe – Adrian’s bathrobe from the look of it. She was almost as tall as him, but not as wide in the shoulders, so it hung off her. Her lipstick had tinged the skin around her mouth red and her black hair was a tangled mess. She was barefoot and probably in her early thirties, older than Adrian and his usual targets.

My cheeks flooded with blood and I closed my mouth. I shouldn’t have come here. I was an idiot.

The concierge reached out as if to escort me back to the elevator, but Adrian stepped in. “It’s okay. You can leave, Matt.”

“Are you sure, sir?” He was peering at the woman who still waited inside Adrian’s apartment, leaning in the doorway to what could only be the bedroom.

Adrian finally tore his eyes from me and spared the concierge a glance. “Yes, I’m sure.” His voice was polite but firm. The concierge disappeared with a last confused glance in my direction. He probably thought we’d agreed on a threesome.

“I should go,” I said, slowly backing away from Adrian and that woman who was glaring daggers at me. I must have interrupted their fuck session.

God, I was a loser.

Adrian grabbed my hand, startling me, and Bruno who started growling. Adrian’s eyes darted to my pug, but he didn’t release my hand. Bruno wasn’t the most impressive guard dog after all. “It’s okay, Bruno,” I soothed him.

“You’re freezing,” Adrian said, his thumb sliding over my wrist, making me shiver. Was there worry in his tone?

“I’m fine,” I lied, then I pulled my hand out from Adrian’s hold. I wasn’t fine but it had nothing to do with the fact that I was drenched and cold. I hadn’t expected Adrian to move on so quickly, especially not after what he’d said at the party. Stupid of me, I suppose.

“You should come in and wait until your friend picks you up with your keys. It’s too dangerous for you to wait outside in the dark, and you’re soaked and cold.”

“What about her?” My eyes flickered toward the woman still watching us. It was obvious she was pissed off from the way she was pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, and really who could blame her? I bet this wasn’t the evening she’d envisioned when she’d agreed to go to Adrian’s apartment. “I really don’t think she wants me to join the two of you.”

“I could probably convince her of a threesome,” Adrian said dryly.

I turned around. “Okay, thanks. I’ll just wait outside.”

He stepped in my way and I bumped into him, my palms splaying out against his warm, muscled chest. I jerked back as if I’d been burned, then flushed. Adrian smirked. “I was joking. Now come in, or I’ll carry you inside.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I said.

“Don’t tempt me.”

I wasn’t sure if he was joking. I moved past him into his apartment but stayed far away from the woman. Adrian closed the door.

“What’s going on?” the woman asked, not even trying to mask her annoyance. Her voice was deep and sultry, perfect for phone sex.

Adrian touched my elbow and led me toward another door. He opened it for me, revealing a huge living room with dining area and a modern open kitchen. “Can you wait here? I’ll be back soon.”

Before I could as much as protest, he stepped back into the hall. What was he going to do now? Finish his business with the woman? At least, he hadn’t suggested I should watch him. With two windows and lots of open air between us, I’d enjoyed being a Voyeur, but this was too personal, especially after our night together.

Before he closed the door, I could see the woman stalking in his direction, then I was alone in the living room. Everything in it was grey, white or black and the wall in front of me consisted mainly of windows, which provided a view onto the small park and the surrounding apartment buildings. It was an interior designer’s dream. Even Amy would probably die from joy of how stylish everything was. Sadly, I didn’t dare to sit on the light gray sofas with my wet clothes.