‘Finished’? No. ‘Familiar’? No, that’s not it either! SHIT!
I exit the elevator and run to my office. I need to figure it out soon or this is going to wrack my brain until I’m certified crazy. I had sex last night and I can’t remember if it was good or not. Well, it had to be pretty good, since there were three used condoms in the trash. Loverboy had stamina, at least. Brad had stamina, but an average-sized dick. He’d never leave me sore. No, it definitely was not Brad.
Then who the hell was it?
I scream my annoyance to myself as I open my office door. Gia accosts me as soon as I enter and takes my purse.
“Adam just left and he is boiling now. Something about Brad calling for you. He is on a rampage. I don’t know how you missed him and by the way he looks and sounds, he’ll be back sooner than later. You better get in the shower now.”
I frowned, shaking my head. What the hell did Brad do to Adam?
“Shit! All right. Do I have time to wash my hair?”
“Nope. Just enough to get in and out. It’s gorgeous as is, Madi. You know I love your hair in its natural state. To me, you just need a little of that moisturizer you use. Go on. I have everything laid out in the bathroom already. I chose the purple skirt suit with the white pearl-buttoned top.”
“You are a God-send, Gia. Thank you,” I grin as I rush to the bathroom, stripping as soon as I get in there.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. And you don’t know how you would breathe without me. Yadda, yadda,” Gia says, picking up my discarded belongings. “I have to go downstairs and get you ready for the show. Go! You only have seven minutes in there!”
I grin as Gia leaves. She even knows how I like the temperature in my shower and she has it perfect. Nice and hot and pulsing. I pin up my hair then grab my body wash and as I’m cleaning myself I get more flashes of me and Loverboy in the shower. Him behind me, rubbing my breasts and kissing my ear, down my throat. Sliding a hand down and cupping my sex while gyrating against my ass. Then those fingers began circling my clit...
“Damn it!” I utter when a fist pounds at the bathroom door, effectively knocking out the memory flash.
“Madison! Get out here!”
Damn. Adam’s caught up with me.
“I’m in the shower, Adam! Give me a minute!”
“You don’t have a minute,” Adam shouts back. “I need to talk to you and you’re on the air in thirty-eight minutes! Have you been in make-up yet?”
I was so close to shouting back, ‘It would be kinda dumb to shower after I had my makeup applied.’
Shit! I need to get away from this guy. We’re going to drive each other crazy. Sighing in a huff, I shut the water off and climb out of the shower and dry as quickly as I can while wondering how he got inside my office.
“Just come back in five minutes, all right, Adam? I need to dress and then I can get into make-up,” I yell, loading my toothbrush.
“Fine! Five minutes! Starting now!”
“Fine! Five minutes!” I mimic as I rapidly brush my teeth and gargle. I hurriedly dress. What the hell is so important that I can’t even get seven minutes in the damn shower?
I look in the mirror as I moisturize and fluff my shoulder length, chocolate brown hair. Hmm. Maybe I should pin it back. Nah, I’ll just pin the top leave the rest down.
I wash my hands and sigh. Better go see what A-damn Michaels wants. I know he’s ticked that I’m late but I still shouldn’t have to deal with his shit, again. I’m so not in the mood for it today.
I open the door and startle when I see Adam sitting in a chair across from my desk. He breaks his scowl for a moment. His eyes soften and a half smile creeps up as he looks me up and down.
“What?” I ask him impatiently.
“Your blouse is open,” he murmurs. “Nice bra. Black looks really good against your skin.”
I look down and see my blouse is half buttoned and my nipple can clearly be seen through the lace in the bra, sitting erect. What the hell? It’s not cold in here. I hurriedly button my blouse then tuck it into my skirt.
“Look, Adam, I’m so sorry I’m late and I missed the meeting, but I had a... um... crazy night. At least I think it was crazy; I can’t remember most of it,” I breathe out rapidly.
The scowl returns and he looks... wounded?
“You don’t remember anything about last night?”
“No. Well, some things. Bits and pieces; flashes but nothing makes sense.”
Except that I obviously had sex with some random guy and he left me sore as hell in a hotel room.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asks quietly again, leaning forward in his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose. Oh, shit. He can suspend me for this behavior. Possibly fire.
“Just Brad, his blonde and me ordering a vodka neat. Several times.”
Adam looks at me with a deeper scowl and I sigh when I realize he’s returning to his normal self. I turn away and walk over to where Gia left my purple Louboutin pumps.
“You can’t remember where you were last night?”
I slowly put my shoes on. “I... um... woke up in a room at the Allenton, alone, but I wasn’t all night,” I whisper.
“Madison, I have to tell you –” Adam starts.
I hold up my hand to stop him. I can feel the ‘you’re fired’ speech creeping up and tears welling. My throat burns as I try to stall my cry. If I beg right and convince him not to fire me, I have to remember I cannot go on air after a meltdown. I inhale deeply as I move to stand behind my desk and give him the most ‘please pity me’ look I can muster.
“Adam, please don’t fire me. This has never happened before. I swear I don’t make a habit of getting drunk and waking up in hotel rooms. I will think the night through and make sure I never do, uh, whatever it is I did last night, again. It’ll come to me. Please believe me when I say I am so sorry.”
He gives me a long look, then frustration crosses his face. Damn. Gia is right; he is a major cutie. Deep brown eyes, short, black, curly hair and honey colored skin... not to mention his body... I bet it’s chiseled underneath that polo shirt and fitted jeans.
Suddenly another memory of last night hits me and I freeze.
“As much as I want to, I can’t touch you, Madison. You’ve had too much to drink; you are not thinking clearly,” Loverboy whispered as I kissed his throat and caressed his chest.
“Yes, I am. I’ve always found you attractive,” I whispered back. “Let’s get a room. I can make you want me.”
“I’ve always wanted you, since I met you...”
I grab the back of my desk chair as I feel a familiar tightening in my sex. I was the aggressor. I approached him for sex and, because of my drunken state, he tried to refuse me. Damn... knowing that turns me on even more. Even in memory, Loverboy excites me sexually.
“Oh, my God! Who the hell was that?” I murmur, frowning and thinking hard. I should snap out of this and try to keep my job. I look up at Adam and frown. He’s looking at me with a hopeful expression on his face.
“Another memory,” he asks quietly, tapping his forehead.
“Yes, but—” I stop, thinking I’ve said enough about my errant night to my boss.
Adam looks at me and the scowl returns. “I’m not going to fire you, Madison. I just hope it doesn’t happen again, because if it does, I probably will. Your contract forbids this kind of behavior. Remember the morals clause?”
“Yes, Adam, I do. I promise it won’t happen again,” I breathe in relief, picking up my script. “I need to get to makeup. I have twelve minutes to chair.”
He frowns at me a moment, then shaking his head, he quietly says, “Fine. Go.”
I walk in a rush and as I pass him, I pat him on the shoulder and turn to walk backwards.
“Thanks, Adam. You won’t regret it!”
“I hope you won’t either,” he mutters.
Having no clue what he meant by that, I frown as I take off. I have got to get to Kristen. Fast!<
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