Chapter Eight

I must be seeing things. There's no way there's a pair of handcuffs on his bedpost!

I close my eyes and open them again.

Nope, the handcuffs are still there. Who is this man, really? He's proving to be much more interesting than I imagined.

I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around and give Adam my most sheepish smile knowing I'd been caught.

"I thought I told you not to enter my room?"

"I was just..."

"You were just what?"

"See, the thing is..." He arches an eyebrow and I sigh. I can't wiggle my way out of this. "The door stood ajar, and I got a little curious... So I peeked inside. I'm really sorry. I promise to stay out of your bedroom from now on."

I move to walk past him but he takes a step to stand in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"Since you don't want me in here, I thought I'd leave as soon as possible," I explained.

"I won't let you off the hook that easy, Payton."

"Is that so?" He tilts his head to the side and smirks. "I never expected I'd get suc