The Assistant(89)

Adrian watched him go with a fierce glare the entire time, before his gaze travelled down to me. “Are you okay?” he asked, inspecting every inch of my face for any sign of injury.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” I assured him. “Just a little shaken up. That guy is weird.” I moved the arm David was gripping onto earlier and winced.

Adrian noticed the small gesture, and instantly began inspecting my arm. “Son of a bitch,” he swore, clenching his jaw as he observed the red finger marks that were beginning to turn purple on my arm. “That son of a bitch,” he said again, glaring at the main doors of the lobby, where David Walter had exited moments ago.

“It’s nothing, Adrian,” I assured him with a small smile. “Let’s just go back inside and enjoy the rest of the night. We can deal with this later.”

“No,” Adrian growled, taking a step in the direction David took. “I’m going after that f*cking prick now.”

“No! Adrian!” I tried, before my mind thought of a distraction I knew would work. “Hold on,” I called out to him. Adrian turned back with an impatient glare as I caught up to his tall figure. I let out a nervous breath before placing the palm of my hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

My lips met his eagerly, and I kissed him long enough to make him forget about what he was going after. Only when I felt him relax did I pull away, slightly out of breath.


“Wow,” Adrian breathed, looking down at me with wide eyes.

I began blushing furiously under his gaze, before taking his hand in mine. “Let’s go back to the dinner,” I tried again in a soft voice.

“Kiss me like that again and I’ll sleep in a dumpster if you wanted me to,” Adrian mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. I laughed at his comment before letting out a small sigh of relief at the fact that he wasn’t going to go after David Walter.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about that son of a bitch,” Adrian said, just as we re-entered the reception area.

I sighed and squeezed his arm. “I know, thank you,” I murmured, placing another kiss on his cheek before we arrived at our table.

At least he wasn’t going to go after David Walter tonight.

Chapter Twenty One

“If I do recall correctly, Shortcake, you said I’d be allowed to help you out of your dress once we got home. Well, we’re home, and your dress is still on your body…”

Adrian gave a pointed look at the bright red garment that was currently making it hard to walk without high heels on.

“I said if you were a good boy,” I reminded him. “And you weren’t, so sorry sweetheart.” I smiled sarcastically, before sending a wink in his direction.

Adrian gave me a look of disbelief. “What did I do wrong?! I let you sit next to Allen, and I listened to you throughout the entire night! This is rubbish.” He glared at me.

I grinned widely before lifting up my dress. “I’m going to take a shower then go to bed,” I announced, leaving him alone in the living room.

“Yeah, well, you’re not going to have the honours of taking a shower with me this time! I hope you know that!” he called out after me, making me laugh in response.

Once I felt squeaky clean to my satisfaction, I slipped on my underwear and wrapped myself with the towel before exiting the bathroom. I stopped in front of the bedroom door and peeked through the small gap that lit up the dim hallway from the door being open. I heard the shower running in the en suite and decided it was safe to walk into the room without Adrian seeing me half naked.

“Adrian, I’m going to wear one of your shirts tonight. Is that okay?” I called out, biting my lip as I waited for his response.

“Yes, Shortcake,” he replied, and I could mentally picture his infamous smirk. “You don’t have to ask. Wear The Rolling Stones shirt, you look sexy in that.”

“Shut up,” I mumbled, more to myself as I took out Adrian’s shirt and slipped it on. I walked out of the wardrobe and squealed in shock before the palm of my hand flew up to cover my eyes. “ADRIAN!” I shrieked, dropping the towel in surprise. Adrian was standing in the middle of bedroom. Naked.

“What?” he asked innocently, as I moved one finger to see if he covered had himself. I squeaked and covered my eyes once again, realizing he was still stark naked and smirking in my direction.

“Put- Put that away!” I stuttered while flushing in embarrassment.

Adrian chuckled before I heard shuffling around the room. “Oh come on, Shortcake, you may as well get used to it. You know, since it’s going to be the primary thing needed for us to make babies in the future.”

“Oh my God. Adrian Kingston if you don’t get dressed right this second, I will tell the entire human race that you own boxers with ‘The Wiggles’ logo on them!” I squeaked, walking backwards in the process.

Adrian let out a fake gasp. “You wouldn’t!” he exclaimed in a girly voice. I removed one finger from in front of my eyes to find him smirking in my direction, and my hand fell to my hip as I glared in response while trying to keep to keep my gaze from travelling to his lower region.

“Fine, fine,” he said as he slipped on a pair of black boxers. “But this means you have to give me an extra-long good night kiss in bed.”