Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 121: A Tease

She didn't know why she was doing it. Okay, she knew why she was 'doing' this but she did not know why she was not stopping herself.

It was reckless, foolish—completely out of character. And yet, as Melanie stood before the mirror and adjusted the high slit on the side of her dress, she felt an inexplicable need to wear it. it was defiance but maybe it was also something far more dangerous—a silent challenge to a man who had decided to keep his distance from her after making her crazy with 'wanting' him! He'd even haunted her dreams and then just stopped after that!

Her fingers trembled slightly as she clasped the delicate chain around her thigh. The cool metal brushed against her skin, reminding her of his touch when she'd felt him fasten it around her thigh.

The memory came unbidden, vivid despite the little time that had passed. She still felt the press of his fingers, the way they lingered for just a second too long, as if he had not wanted to let go. And even now, as she thought of his gaze—dark, filled with barely contained desire—she shivered.

So much had changed in the short time she had known Adam Collins. And yet, the pull she felt toward him remained as strong as ever by reason or circumstance. It made no sense, and perhaps that unsettled her the most. She wanted him—wanted him in a way that defied logic, in a way that made her breath catch and her pulse race. She wanted him like she had never wanted anyone in the past. Not even Spencer.

And now that he seemed intent on keeping his distance, she could not accept it. Hence the chain. But of course she did like it! It made her feel all naughty.

Laela had suggested she seduce Adam outright, but she would not go that far. Why should she? Had she not made her stance clear already? No, she had no interest in chasing the man who remained determined to push her away.

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But that did not mean she could not tease him. That did not mean she could not make him feel what she felt—this unbearable tension, this crackling awareness between them.

After one last look in the mirror, she smiled slowly and stepped out of the room.

The effect was immediate.

She felt it—his stare, the slow, deliberate way his gaze swept over her. He did not even try to be discreet. No, he drank her in with unguarded hunger, his eyes lingering at the precise spot where the slit of her dress parted, just enough to reveal the chain wrapped around her thigh, the drop diamond catching the light like a secret meant only for him.

She watched his hands clench at his sides, his jaw tightening. And she felt triumph.

So, he wanted to pretend he did not want her, hmm?

Well, the heat in his eyes said otherwise.

She allowed herself to look him over the same way he had done to her. She did not know why it always took her by surprise to see him in formal clothing, but damn, the man always cleaned up well.

But she had a mission. And that did not include ogling him in that perfectly tailored suit of his. Nope. She needed to shake him.

When she reached him, she put the next step of her little game into play.

She lifted her hand and brushed her fingertips against the collar of his suit. With exaggerated care, she straightened it, smoothing out an invisible crease. But instead of pulling away, she let her hands drift lower. She traced the line of his shoulders, then moved lower still, slipping her fingers beneath his suit jacket...

His breath hitched. And then—he caught her wrist. It was a warning. She saw it. And it was also a question. As if he was asking her what it was that she was upto.

But she did not stop. Instead, she let her fingers continue their path, light and exploratory, until— Ah.

There it was.

She found the hard press of cool metal beneath the fabric. His little rings..They had been hidden well under the suit... but of course she could feel them.

She flicked the metal and watched as he stiffened, and his hand on her wrist tightened.

Then, she grinned up at him, mischief dancing in her eyes. "I thought you were turning into some good boy... with your hair all slicked back and the lip ring missing. But now I am relieved."

She leaned in just enough that her breath fanned against his skin, her voice dropping into a whisper. "You have just hidden that, Adam. I like that Adam better instead of this restrained one."

For a moment, he did not move as he stared at her... and she stared back. But, just as she would have retreated, his eyes heated up and he jerked at her wrist, causing her to almost fall against him.

"Melon..." His other hand, somehow, accurately landed on the chain that she had fastened around her thigh and he flicked at it the same way she had done and curved," And I like this Melanie..."

Usually, she would have jerked at his touch and even tried to put some distance between them. But now, with the challenge in his eyes, she let her leg stay still and watched as his eyes became hooded as he took his hand away.

With a smile at his iron restraint, Melanie stepped back too and turned around," Let's go or we'll be late."

This time, it was Adam who stopped her. Covering the distance between them, he leaned in close, her back against his front and whispered," We need to talk Melon. A lot of things are going to change soon. And after tonight and after that talk between us, if you still want me, then..."

With that, he placed a small kiss on the edge of her ear and walked out, after whispering the final words," ...then, I'll wait for you."