The Beautiful Thief (Stolen Hearts #2)(23)

The elevator doors opened and she led the way down the hall until they reached the room. Even though she wasn’t surprised, it was still strange to see the room. It looked exactly like her room previously, just with two beds instead of one. In her mind, she replayed that night when Adam had stumbled over to the bed and she’d rushed to get a towel to clean the blood. And then the way the tables had turned and he’d gently set her on the comforter....

“Doin’ okay, Angel?” he asked from behind her, shocking her out of her thoughts.

“Just traumatic flashbacks of the last time I was in a hotel room and some maniac drugged me.”

Adam snorted as he passed her with the bags. “You’re the one who went halfway across the country to track down the maniac and dragged him back to the hotel.”

Well, hell. Point Adam.

He took the bed closer to the window and set her bag on the bed closer to the bathroom.

Melody unzipped the bag and started to look for her toiletries. “So what’s the game plan? You think you can find guys who know where Forbes is?”

“Not tonight. I’ll head out tomorrow morning.”

“We’ll head out tomorrow morning,” she corrected.

“These guys are kind of particular about who they like doing business with. I don’t think they’re going to be happy with me bringing strangers around.”

“I thought our little escapade at Carlo’s taught you just how resourceful I can be.”

“And distracting,” he muttered as he pulled his shirt over his head and, after balling it up, set it in one of the drawers.

Melody immediately averted her eyes before she remembered that men being shirtless wasn’t indecent. Except seeing Adam without a shirt definitely felt naughty. He wore a long, thin chain that landed right at the top of his defined abs. It looked like a ring from what she could tell, but it served as an arrow pointing right to the light hairs that led right to the top button of his khaki-colored cargo pants.

“Keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m gonna think you only got one room for nefarious purposes.”

Melody jumped as she was caught staring. She opened her mouth to defend herself, or at least give an excuse, but there was nothing there. Instead, she took the toiletries and escaped to the bathroom. When she looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. And that was the only reason for the sudden blood rush, she told herself.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed movement in the doorway. She stepped aside as Adam, still not wearing a shirt, walked in and set down a toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste on the counter.

He looked up and met her eyes in the mirror. “I’m okay with it, Angel.”

“Okay with what?” she said in a rough voice.

“You bringing me here for nefarious purposes.”

Melody took a nervous gulp and bit her bottom lip as she glanced down to the floor. She somehow found her voice again. “I assure you, I’m here for business only.” Then she worked up the nerve to meet his eyes in the mirror once more. “But since we have the night off, feel free to find someone else to entertain yourself with.”

The corner of his mouth hooked up before he turned to face her. “Sorry, darlin’.” He took one step and that was all it took to close the distance between them.

Honestly, the idea of running never occurred to Melody. All she could do was stand there frozen as Adam hooked a finger under her chin and ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Until you’re done with me, I’m all yours.”

Before she could even formulate a response, he let her go and crossed back into the main living section of the room.

Melody let out a breath. Screw teamwork. She needed to take a break. She went back into the room and after grabbing her purse and one of the room keys, she bolted for the door.

“Where you goin’?” asked Adam from where he sat, still shirtless, on his bed.

“You said we have the night off, right? I’m getting out of here.”

“What happened to us sticking together?” He winked.

Melody sighed as she realized just what a trap she’d gotten herself in. “Tomorrow. Tonight I need air.”

She started for the door once more, but by the time her hand was on the handle, Adam was behind her. “Hold up.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to face him. “I get it, you’re hot. Now can you please stop shoving your body in my face?”

A smile curved his lips and he was quiet for a moment. Good. She’d finally got him speechless. That was, until he started to speak again.

“My hot body will get out of your way as soon as I get your phone.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t have my number and I don’t have yours.”

Well, she couldn’t fight with that logic. She pulled out her phone and handed it over.

Adam’s long fingers moved over the screen for a few seconds and then he handed it back. “There. You just called me.”

She took the phone, pulled up the number he’d dialed and opened up the option to make a new contact. Under name, she put in Blondie.

“Really?” he asked, the annoyance clear in his voice.

“Really. See you later, Blondie,” she said before she finally made her escape.