#Chapter 4- Tied and Tempted

 I had been feeling guilty about using Adrian for vengeance sex, but as I listened to him on the phone with Julian, that nagging voice in my head silenced herself and stepped aside for the one of an angry rant.

 An ordinary girlfriend? He must mean poor.

Like father, like son.

Adrian and his dear boy both think I’m nobody.

 This arrogant, conceited, narcissistic snob. I can’t believe I found him attractive a moment ago.

 Well, I still do. The fact that he’s taken it upon himself to ruin my relationship doesn’t take away the fact that he’s built like a dream. But he’s the reason Julian and I are over. So, I’m seeing that handsome face and smoldering body through a lens of red as my anger gets the better of me.

Adrian still looks just as handsome, a hint of confusion on his face, clearly not following my meaning. But he quickly slips back into that smooth calm, a dangerous curve tilting his lips.

“Just an urgent call. I’m all yours for the rest of the night.”

 The condescending notion that he finds my anger amusing aside, that’s what he thinks I’m angry about? That he took a call?

 Of course he does, I realize. He doesn’t know who I am. Well, he’s about to find out. Just like he’s about to find out how a “nobody” ruin his night.

 I force my glare into a pout. “It must have been important for you to ignore the half-undressed woman in your bed. Something like that probably killed the mood.”

"Sweetling," Adrian's lips are still curved, but his eyes darken. "I think there should be some boundaries between us. Just as I don’t ask about that idiot boyfriend of yours, you shouldn’t be so curious about my business either."

"Of course." My ass.

 I rise off the bed and step towards him, taking my shirt off and unbuttoning my slacks. His eyes get a mischievous gleam as I loop an arm around his neck and start unbuttoning his shirt with my other hand. He knows I’m planning something. Little does he know, he’s not going to like where this goes.

"Handsome," I put on my most convincing tone which isn’t hard, really. Deep down, if it weren’t for this awkward mess, I might’ve done this anyway.

"Why don’t we make tonight more exciting? I wanna play a little game with you."

 I strip off his shirt and take his tie, turning to push him back toward the bed. His body heats and from the hungry way he’s looking at me, I half expect to lose control of the situation. He wants me, but he’s holding himself back and letting me set the pace.

 “Wanna have some fun with me?” I ask, keeping my voice playful.

 “I’d love to.” He answers, mirroring my tone.

I reach up and wrap the tie in my hand around his eyes. He gives a small laugh as he lays back onto the bed, taking me down with him until I’m straddling his hips. His hands grip my waist, and a groan escapes his lips as I run my hands over his chest and shoulders.

 Then, just as he settles back, I reach for another tie sitting on the nightstand. He gives another small laugh as I take his wrists and tie them together before fastening them to the bedpost.

 One of the orphanage caretakers loved wilderness camping. If there was one thing he taught me, it was how to tie a knot. Adrian wasn’t going anywhere.

 I climb off of him and watch with satisfaction as his brow furrows with confusion. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, his voice still laced with a little amusement.

 I don’t answer him and reach for my shirt instead, pulling it on and fastening the buttons. I hear him test the restraints holding him to the bed. I’m not worried. Hopefully that tie isn’t expensive because housekeeping will probably have to cut it to get him loose.

 Seeing his clothes on the floor, I pick those up too. He pulls harder on the bedpost. “Alright, that’s enough messing around.” He says that obnoxious amusement finally gone. I keep silent and start walking toward the door. “You’re not going to like the consequences of the game you’re playing.”

 There’s something dangerous about his voice. The smart thing would be to turn around and release him. Except I’m not feeling smart. I’m feeling vengeful and little petty.

 I walk back toward the bed and lean down until my lips are almost to his ear. “Are you afraid?” I ask and I swear his jaw tightens. Before I can think twice about it, I lean down and take the skin of his neck between my teeth in a light bite before heading to the door.

"Don’t worry, I’m just handling something urgent. I’ll be right back."

Yeah, sure.

 I’m reaching for the handle when that familiar large hands are spinning me around pulling me into a hard muscled chest.

How did he escape?

 I don’t have long to question it. I look back at him and feel myself tremble under his tight hold and the heat in his eyes.

 “Have you had enough fun, yet?” He asks, his voice low and rough, “Because my patience has just run out.”

 Then his mouth collides with mine in a hard bruising kiss. My legs threaten to give out and I’m suddenly grateful for his tight grip holding me up. The heat from his body is all consuming and I press myself into it. My lips part for his demanding tongue and he deepens the kiss like he can’t get enough.

 Of its own accord, my body gives in to his demands. All my plans and every objection I previously had are forgotten as he presses me against the door and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Hands fly over buttons, and clothing falls to the floor in a pile.

 He’s clearly had enough of my teasing him. He presses me against the door, holding me tight against him where I can feel just how badly he wants this through his unfastened pants. He lowers me just long enough to strip my slacks off my legs before he’s hoisting me back up again against the door.

I completely give in. I already know I don’t have the self-control to refuse him again. I’m losing myself in the heat of his skin, the grip of his hands, and the taste of his mouth. He’s intoxicating and I have no desire to stop.

Suddenly he is pulling me off the door and carrying me back across the room to the bed. He lowers us both down and I wait in anticipation will he reaches between us to shove his pants away.

A knock at the door echoes into the room and I almost groan with frustration.

“Ignore it.” Adrian says, bringing my face back to his with a persistent kiss.

Another knock sounds, louder this time, and he breaks away, cursing under breath.

“Who is it?” He shouts.

There’s a pause, like the person on the other side is reconsidering their decision. Then a voice calls back. “It’s Julian. I need to talk to you.”

 My face flushes hot and my heart pounds in panic. But when I notice Adrian freeze, like he’s torn between choices, my fear of being caught fades.

Tonight, I’m winning at least once.

I lean close to his face, breathing softly, and press my thigh suggestively against his leg.

Just as I hoped, his eyes drop back to me.

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Looks like you’ve got another choice to make, Daddy.”