Romance Warfare: a Tigress' Guide to NOT Secure a Mate(16)

The last thing Eva remembered before slipping into a f*ck-drugged sleep is losing count at five orgasms. Adam f*cked her until she was limp, making her come over and over on his cock, on his tongue, on his hand, until her muscles were liquid and her brain was fogged with pleasure. She thinks she remembered him murmuring something sweet and soothing into her ear before she slipped into sleep but she was not entirely sure. And right then, she didn’t really care.

The morning light shifted through the shades and rolled over Eva’s face, nudging her awake. She blinked, disoriented at the heavy weight that was holding down her legs. With sudden clarity, she remembered. Adam. Last night. Fucking her like he owned her.

She swallowed and shifted, rolling over to peer at Adam, deep in sleep beside her, his leg thrown over hers. Shit. She eased her leg from between his, holding her breath when he sighed and rolled over. She had to get out of there without waking him up. She slipped over the side of the bed and retrieved her robe from the floor, cinching the belt around her, then blushing as she remembered Adam tying her arms over her head with it at one point last night. She couldn’t believe what she did.

She quietly opened the door and slipped across the hall to her own room, grateful it was early and no one was around to see her very short walk of shame. She climbed into the shower and let the hot water pound on her very used body. She had small aches all over her body, proof that Adam f*cked her over and over in ways she’d never been f*cked before. Her nipples were still sensitive and her flesh stung in places as the water sluiced over her, washing off the sweat and dried juices from the night before. She leaned against the shower wall and shut her eyes, letting the water pour over her head.

She couldn’t believe she let her in-heat tigress take over like that. At one point, she thought she was begging Adam to mark her. To make her his. Is that what I really want? To be Adam’s? No, there was no way that was what she wanted. It was just her heat, it was stronger than it had ever been before. Now that it had been taken care of she didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

After stepping out of the shower and drying off, she quickly dressed and tossed her things into her bags. She was going home.

And this time she wouldn’t be returning.

She peered out of the doorway peephole to make sure Adam wasn’t outside and took off toward the elevators, her bags banging against her knees. When she reached the lobby, she left a quick message for Adam and Dean at the desk and took the concierge up on his offer to find her a taxi. She phoned the airline from the car, even trading her first-class ticket for a coach ticket in order to get home quickly. It was only after she was off the phone, all her plans finalized, that she let the tears slip down her face. Her last view of Vegas beyond the glass was streaked with her regret.

Eva spent the entire flight home pretending to sleep against the window so the heavy man next to her would stop trying to show her pictures of his trip to the Grand Canyon. She’d never been so relieved to ride in a smelly cab as when she finally rode the busy streets of New York. She headed straight for her apartment and locked herself in her room to avoid questions from her sister. She was dreading Adam’s return in two days. She couldn’t imagine what they’d say to each other.

She stuck her head outside her room when she heard a door click shut. Making sure her sister had left, she sneaked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of cold vanilla vodka from the freezer, along with a container of cherry chocolate chip ice cream. Back in her room, she wrapped herself in her comforter and spooned ice cream into her mouth, chasing every spoonful down with a slug of vodka. If she had to, she’ll spend the next two days drowning herself in sugar and alcohol until she forgot what happened with Adam. She downed another spoonful of ice cream and had just tipped the bottle back when her phone rang.

She fumbled for the phone, dropping the vodka bottle as she hit the accept button. “Shit,” she mumbled into phone. She threw a spare pillow onto the puddle of vodka before remembering her phone. “Um, hello,” she slurred into the phone.

“Eva?” She heard a puzzled male voice on the other end.

Shit. It’s Adam.

“Shit, Adam, it’s you,” she mumbled into the phone.

“Eva, are you okay?” he asked her.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” She sat up and rubbed at her eyes with her hands. The ice cream spoon smeared into her hair. She flung it to the floor. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you said that.”

“Oh. Well, how are you then, Adam? Boss man Adam?”

“Are you drunk?”

“Do you care, Adam, if I’m drunk?”

There was silence on the other end.

“Yoohoo, are you there?”

“Eva, why did you leave without telling me?”

“Cause I’m a big girl, Adam. I don’t need you.”

“I didn’t say you did, Eva.” His voice was cold and dangerous. It sobered her immediately.

“Why are you calling me?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You can’t just f*cking disappear like that.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve been over this before. What I do is none of your f*cking business.”

“How about f*cking me? Is that my business?”

“No, it’s not. You served your function. You got me through my heat without me having to resort to a random dude I picked up in the bar. Thanks for that.”