As their eyes t, Spencer's words seed to echo in the quiet kitchen. But Adam, leaning against the door fra with a casual ease that only heightened the tension, simply raised a smirking eyebrow at her, as if to silently ask, Isn't there already soone between the two of you?
lanie stiffened, her fingers curling against Spencer's chest as she attempted to push him away. "Let go of ," she said, her voice firm despite the sudden dryness in her throat.
Spencer, however, didn't seem to hear her—or perhaps he chose not to. Instead, he tightened his hold, his warm breath ghosting over her skin as he turned his head and nuzzled into the hollow of her neck.
lanie's breath hitched, but it wasn't because of Spencer's touch. It was because Adam was still watching.
His gaze was unreadable, but sothing about it sent a sharp thrill down her spine. He wasn't just looking at them—he was assessing them. Studying the way Spencer held her.
And then Spencer whispered her na.
Adam's expression darkened.
The change was subtle but undeniable. His smirk faded, and his stance shifted ever so slightly, the easy amusent in his eyes giving way to sothing else. Sothing sharper.
lanie should have said sothing—warned Spencer that they weren't alone—but her voice was caught sowhere between her throat and her pounding heart. And before she could force the words out, Adam was already moving.
With deliberate, asured silent steps, he crossed the room, his presence commanding enough to send a shiver down her spine. By the ti Spencer seed to realize that sothing had changed, it was too late.
Adam was standing right next to them.
"Don't you people have a bedroom?"
His deep voice was laced with amusent and it shattered whatever haze Spencer had been in.
Spencer jolted as if he'd been burned. He practically jumped away from lanie, his grip loosening so suddenly that she lost her balance.
A startled gasp escaped her as she teetered backward.
In a flash, Adam's hand shot out, catching her with an ease that was almost infuriating. His palm rested against the small of her back, the warmth of his touch searing through the fabric of her dress.
lanie froze.
The mont stretched.
Then, just as she was about to pull away, she felt it—a quick, subtle pinch at her waist.
Her breath hitched, and she jerked away as if burned.
Adam didn't react. At least, not visibly. But there was a knowing glint in his eyes that told her he had definitely ant to do that.
lanie's heart was pounding in her chest as she hurriedly reached for Spencer's arm, gripping it tighter than necessary. "Let's go back," she said, her voice coming out sharper than intended.
She needed to get out of here. Away from the smirk tugging at Adam's lips.
But Spencer wasn't done. His stance remained firm, his glare sharp as he locked eyes with Adam, wanting to confront him.
"Do you really think delaying my appointnt by a year changes anything?" he spat, his voice edged with irritation. "It ans nothing to . lanie and I are one—so whether it's now or later, I will take that seat."
Adam let out a quiet chuckle, rolling his shoulders in a lazy shrug as he strolled toward the refrigerator. He moved with an infuriating ease, as if Spencer's anger didn't so much as graze him.
From inside, he pulled out a plate with a slice of cake, examining it with an amused smirk before holding it up.
"If you and lanie are truly one..." he mused, slicing into the cake with a small spoon. "Then why are you the one after that position?" He lifted a brow, his tone dripping with mock curiosity. "Why not let her keep it?"
He took a slow bite, savoring the dessert before giving Spencer a knowing look.
"You see, Spencer, not everything in life is a cake that can be handed to you on a silver platter by your wife." He licked the edge of the spoon before continuing, "You should be careful. If you're not paying attention... soone might steal your cake."
Spencer's patience snapped.
"I don't give a damn about your cake taphors or your pathetic mind gas!" he barked, fists clenching at his sides. "You were thrown out of this house a long ti ago, Adam. You shouldn't have co back!" His chest rose and fell with fury as he took a step closer. "But since you have... don't get too comfortable. Because I will throw you out again."
With that, he spun around and stord out of the kitchen, his footsteps echoing down the hall. Silence followed.
lanie exhaled slowly, realizing just how tense her body had beco during their exchang and was about to move away. But before she could gather her thoughts, Adam turned his gaze to her.
He started walking toward her, a slow, deliberate pace that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Hmm..." He humd thoughtfully, twirling the spoon between his fingers. "This mango cake is delicious. Absolutely divine." His lips curved into a smirk. "I personally finished the entire thing."
lanie swallowed as he ca closer, stopping just inches from her.
"The chef who made this..." He tilted his head, his gaze flicking to her hands before locking onto her eyes. "I'd love to kiss her hands in gratitude."
Her breath hitched. It was the cake she had made yesterday for Spencer.
Adam then glanced down at the last remaining bite on his spoon. He raised it between them, his voice dipping into sothing softer, silkier.
"Would you like a taste of temptation?"
As if under a spell, lanie found herself leaning forward. Her lips parted as she took the last bite from his spoon, feeling a peculiar heat as she kept her eyes locked on his.
His eyes darkened then, his smirk fading into sothing far more dangerous.
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