Hunter grinned back at her. He watched carefully as a beautiful creature emerged from behind his room door and closed it gently behind her. When she looked up at him again he could see she had creamy dark skin that glowed, high cheek bones and almond eyes with deep chocolate pools. Her dyed locks were pulled back into a low ponytail. She wore a black button-up shirt and khakis with a bag slung across her shoulder. She had a curvy, voluptuous figure. He also noticed she had the most disarming smile—a dimple winked back at him from her left cheek. She had drawn him in and now he was even more intrigued. She spoke again and broke the silence.
"It's nice to finally meet you," she said with an outstretched hand walking to meet him. He had just sat down to watch some television. His crutches leaned next to the wall near his reach.
"Please, don't get up." Adrienne closed the space between them. Hunter felt his hand engulf hers. For a brief moment, he'd thought he'd felt something but dismissed it as quickly as it happened.
"Please." He gestured for her to sit next to him on the couch. She walked over and set down her things on the floor. He could smell her fragrance, a subtle scent of something tropical. There was something about her that piqued his interest. No doubt she was beautiful, but she was so exotic, he wanted to learn more about her.
"So this is the face behind the voice." Hunter could see her blush a little under her long lashes.
"I still can't figure it out," he continued with a smirk. What was he talking about she wondered? He saw she didn't understand.
"Your accent. You know you never told me what it is, it sounds Jamaican." Adrienne cringed. Hunter put up his hands defensively.
"…and it's not. Sorry," he said sincerely.
"It's a common mistake. I'm actually from Trinidad and Tobago," she said proudly. Hunter hadn't heard of the place before but she had his full attention now. He wanted to learn more about this exotic creature.
"I'm sorry but I never heard of it," Hunter answered truthfully.
"I guess in the coming weeks we'll learn more about each other then." Adrienne smiled at him. He was totally distracted by her smile. He leaned in to close the distance between them.
"I hope so too," Hunter replied with a smirk. Adrienne felt the lump in her throat forming again. She cleared her throat to speak. She could smell his scent co-mingling with the faint fragrance of soap. It was intoxicating.
"Well, I thought I would just discuss a general outline of what I hope to achieve. Linda McMahon has been generous with me and given me this opportunity. I really want to prove myself to her."
Hunter started looking over her notes and sketches and liked what she had come up with so far. They continued chatting and exchanging ideas late into the evening. The conversation flowed easily. Hunter found himself laughing at her jokes and feeling genuinely happy for the first time in ages.
"What?" She cocked her head to one side.
"Huh?"
"You're staring at me Hunter. Is there something wrong?" She had a quizzical look on her face. He grinned at her.
"No, everything's fine." He looked at her mouth. He cursed himself in his head.
"Say, it's getting pretty late. Maybe we can continue tomorrow?" They had clearly lost track of the time. It was already nearing midnight. It was probably best that she leaves right now. Hunter could feel the prickles of desire stirring within him. It had been a while since he had been with a woman.
Stephanie was moody and flighty enough as it is. They rarely saw each other and were hardly intimate. As far as he was concerned, he was indifferent to Steph. Hunter wasn't sure that he still had feelings for his wife. After all, theirs was a relationship born out of business. Now that Steph moved on and focused on trying to wrench control from Vince, it didn't seem her priorities laid with him. Hunter knew in his heart it was only a matter of time before his marriage was over. As for right now he didn't want to be alone with Adrienne right now.
Adrienne nodded and started packing her bag. Hunter watched her closely.
"Let me walk you out," Hunter offered.
"Thanks."
Hunter walked her to the company vehicle she had for her stay in Birmingham. She unlocked it and threw her bag on the passenger's side then straightened up to face Hunter who was behind her.
"Thanks for walking me out. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
"No problem. Yeah, tomorrow…" Hunter hesitated. "Drive safe." She got in the car and started the engine. Hunter waved as she drove off.
Hunter stretched his sore body as he opened his eyes. He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. It was six fifteen. He brought his arms down to rest on his sides when his hand fell on some papers. They were the notes he and Adrienne made last night. He was studying them as he added his own ideas after she left. Memories of her rushed back into his mind. Her tropical fragrance resonated on the sheets of paper. He remembered how her eyes sparkled animatedly when she got a new idea. He could stare into those eyes all day. There was a passion in them. Her infectious laugh had put him at ease… and of course, there was that mouth of hers. She had a quick wit to match his own. She was funny. But she did have a sexy mouth—full pink lips that curled slightly at the corners and cute dimples that winked at him with every smile.
A cold shower is what you need right now.
Hunter exhaled as he tried to ignore the heated thoughts he had for Adrienne. She would be here again later to work with him again. He was rather looking forward to it, he did enjoy her company. Best to get out of bed now and start the day.