"What the hell, Vic?" Skye was both scolding and teasing him as she followed him into his suite, Heather having excused herself to make a dinner date with her dad, Paul Williams. "You find out you're a Newman, change your name, and start dating Kate Middleton?"

"Her name is Heather, not Kate, and she's a successful lawyer, not some snotty royal, and how in hell did you even find out about me being Victor Newman's son?"

"Whatever, you act like it was hard to figure out or something. You come to Genoa City, go to work at Newman and start going by Adam. I mean, after I really thought about it, I realized you kind of look like Victor Newman. I'm surprised I never noticed it before." She tossed her purse on the couch and walked to the minibar. "What's your poison these days?"

"I haven't changed everything about myself. Whatever you're having, as if I don't know it will be a Rusty Nail, make one for me too."

"Yes, sir. I see you've imbibed Dad's dictatorial ways."

"What are you doing here, Skye?" Adam sat on the couch and started relaxing his attire (untying shoes, loosening tie, rolling up sleeves, etc.)

"I'm fishing for investors, Adam. For my new hedge fund. The Newman Fund."

"The Newman Fund? Are you claiming to be Victor's long lost daughter?"

Skye looked intrigued. "Why? Does he have one of those I can claim to be? Like Anastasia?" She was teasing, of course. Skye was no imbecile. "Seriously, though," she continued, bringing their drinks over to the couch. "It being the Newman Fund is exactly why I need you on board."

"Forget it," said Adam. "I don't need the drama. My sister already suspects I have nefarious intentions to leach off the family name."

"Who? Victoria Newman?" Skye scoffed. "Don't worry about her. Her name is mud on Wall Street because that baby of hers, Beauty of Nature, is ass deep in debt and hemorrhaging value."

"Yeah, maybe, but she's still the apple of Victor's eye."

"Awe, that's sweet. You're worried about Daddy's approval."

"No, I'm concerned about my future. Newman Enterprises is a sure thing. Your hedge fund is a wild card, as all hedge funds are, really."

"Suit yourself, Junior. Jack Abbott is interested."

Adam chuckled. "Jack would love to be your top investor. That would really stick it to Victor, the mustache, as he calls him, being the top investor of something called the Newman Fund. So tell me more. What are you hedging on?"

"Whatelse?" Skye shrugged nonchalantly. "Fashion. Cosmetics. Maybe even some pharmaceuticals." She cocked an eyebrow in his direction. "I might even pitch it to Victoria Newman. She could use the bailout and you know me, baby, I'm always turned on by high risk ventures."

"Ha! She's got too much pride. You have a portfolio?"

"Sure do. Check your email. I sent it to you."

Skye set her glass down and scooted over to Adam. She climbed on him, straddling him, and started kissing him hard on the lips (immediately going for tongue) while grinding her body roughly against his. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her back for a bit, but after several minutes, he put her down and got to his feet. "Sorry, Skye. I'm with Heather."

Skye wasn't insulted. She took it in stride. "All right. I get it. You're playing Ken to her Barbie. When you get bored, let me know. I'm staying down the hall. I'll see you around, Junior." Winking and grinning, she left him alone.