Chapter 20

As Sharon perused her magazine, she snuck glances at Adam, who was engrossed in his Newman Media documents. He was dressed in dark jeans, a tucked in white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, and black suit jacket. Comfortable for traveling yet dressed up enough to meet a client at a low-pressure event. Sharon was happy Adam had chosen a more casual business look since his return. He was anything but stuffy as a businessman and now his clothes reflected that.

The only purpose those ties he used to wear at Newman Enterprises served were to choke the life out of him - or tie her to the bed.

The former was bad, but the latter was so, so good.

Suddenly, Sharon felt very warm and began fanning herself with the magazine.

The sound got Adam's attention. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she squeaked out. "Just a little warm."

"Really?" he asked as he leaned forward in an attempt to read the thermostat on the front cabin wall. "Because it's like 68 degrees..."

Sharon frowned involuntarily at that. Adam was alone in a room with her where they couldn't be disturbed, doing something they used to do all the time when they were a couple, and it wasn't affecting him? She was dressed down in sneakers, leggings, and a Crimson Lights t-shirt for the trip and had her hair in a loose ponytail. Maybe she wasn't turning him on? Should she have worn her cocktail dress and heels instead of opting to change at Noah's hotel before the opening?

Why did she even care that he was unaffected by her? Wasn't that what she wanted all along?

Sharon glanced down at her bare left hand and sighed. Had she thrown her marriage away for nothing?

Just as she resigned herself to believing the crap she had peddled to Rey about not caring if she and Adam got back together as long as he was happy, Adam swooped in and saved the day by saying, "I want you Sharon. I always have and I always will. Whether you're dressed in a Crimson Lights t-shirt or an evening gown, all you have to do is say the word and I'm yours."

If Sharon hadn't melted at his words, she would have at the look of pure lust he was giving her. The one he always tried and failed miserably to hide whenever they were in close proximity.

Feeling bold enough to tempt fate, she asked wickedly, "And what word would that be?"

Adam clearly hadn't expected her to go along with his game of foreplay, so Sharon enjoyed his speechlessness and shock as she dropped her magazine to the floor, unbuckled her belt, got up from her seat, and headed over to him.

The moment she crossed the cabin and sat on his lap with her arms draped around his neck, he dropped his paperwork and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

As she kissed him back with abandon, relishing the feel of his arms around her, she knew that no words were necessary.