Page 33 of Adam’s Obsession

Savage had been wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.

Adam did not want her. He didn’t want her at all.

The thought was crushing.

They left the club shortly after their dance, Adam quicklysettling the bill and hailing a cab. He was silent, brooding all the way backto the hotel. And Katherine hadn’t a clue what to say or do to break his mood.Despite their interchange on the dance floor, despite Savage’s insistence thatthe dance actually meant something, Katherine really had no idea if Adamwould be receptive to an approach from her.

Even if all the stars were aligned in her favor and he didfind her attractive—even if that suspicious bulge had, in fact, been a hard-onfor her, which by now she was beginning to doubt—it was well-known around theoffice that the Trillo brothers never went fishing in the company pond. IfAdam had felt a fleeting arousal for a woman who fell into his arms, he wouldnever pursue such an attraction if it might interfere with work.

That was Adam’s rule of thumb, after all. Nothing interferedwith work.

Yet he had taken her to a club rather than to the reception…

Katherine sighed and leaned her head against the window,confused and, quite frankly, sexually frustrated. She flicked a glance atAdam’s austere profile. The muscles were bunched in his cheek as they alwaysbunched when he was working through a thorny problem. He was probably thinkingabout work. He certainly wasn’t thinking about her.

She determinedly ignored the tears prickling at her lids.

Oh well. Adam had his chance. As their eyes had met, astheir bodies touched, he’d had his chance to make a move but he hadn’t. Katherinejust had to accept that all her fantasies about him were simply that.Fantasies. And all of Savage’s babbling was nonsense.

Adam Trillo didn’t want her. That hard-on had probably beenher imagination. His cell phone. A banana.

She swallowed a hysterical little laugh. Damn. It was abitter pill.

How she wished she was the kind of woman who could seduce aman like him—confidently, fearlessly. Just walk right up to him, rip open herblouse and reveal her hunger.

She wanted him so much. She had for so long, sometimes theache felt like a familiar friend. What she wouldn’t give to have a chance withhim. A night with him. Just one amazing tryst.

Something.

Anything.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, she was in a pissymood, feeling slighted and resentful. Cheated by life. Why was it the men shefound attractive, the men she actually wanted to fuck, looked right throughher? She was damn tired of it. She had something to offer. Hell, she had a lotto offer. And she deserved this.

She had every intention of going online and giving Savage apiece of her mind. So when they arrived at their suite, she flung a crisp “goodnight” over her shoulder at Adam and stormed into her room, closing the doorwith a controlled snick. She logged on in a rare fury. She had to wait a fewminutes for him to respond to her insistent call but finally he appeared.

“Hey, Wildkat.” God. Did he have to sound so chipper?

“Savage.” Her greeting was short, clipped, annoyed.

“So,” he asked. “How’d it go?”

“It was dismal.” She glared at the screen. “You were sooowrong.”

“What?” He sounded shocked. Katherine snorted in derision.

Savage probably had a vision of her in his head as thisAmazon beauty, some sultry siren, some woman he wanted to fuck. He hadno concept of the reality of the situation. No idea of who she was, howintimidated she was by a man like Adam Trillo. Adam could have any woman hewanted. He was that perfect. While she…

“Didn’t he ask you to dance?” He said this as if dancingwith a man was the be-all and end-all in a relationship—like a marriageproposal or something.

“He did ask me to dance. But—”

“If he asked you to dance, he wants to fuck you. Why don’tyou believe me?”

Katherine shook her head. “It was just a dance.”

“Was it a romantic song?”

She thought back. “Yes.”