Dark Bites
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“So, what are you doing out here?” Randy asked. “C’mon, let’s go say hi to Greg. I know he wants to shake your hand.”
Sam listened with pride. Greg Wilson was on the pompous side, but he owned one of the largest privately held corporations in the country. For him to want to spend six seconds in your company was a big compliment.
As soon as the coast was clear, she went to the ladies’ room.
She had barely closed the door on her stall when she heard Tiffany and a gaggle of her girlfriends sweep into the bathroom.
“Did you see Adrian?” Tiffany said to them.
“Are you kidding?” Barbara Mason said breathlessly. “How could anyone miss such a baby doll?”
“I heard that.” Sam didn’t recognize that voice.
“Yeah, well,” Tiffany said in a loud whisper, “I’m going to nail that boy tonight.”
Her friends laughed as Sam saw red. Tiffany better lay off Adrian, if she wanted to keep that perfect nose of hers.
“Right,” Barbara said in disbelief.
“I am,” Tiffany bragged. “I rented a room upstairs and as soon as I see him, I’m going to get him up there and have my wicked way with him.”
They left the bathroom.
Sam clenched her fists. How dare she.
Her eyes narrowed, she left the bathroom and went after Adrian to warn him.
There was no need.
Tiffany had him cornered outside the ballroom. Worse, they were locked in a fiery kiss with Tiffany’s hands on his waist and neck.
Sam froze at the sight as pain tore through her.
Her first impulse was to tear them apart and slug Tiffany. And if she wasn’t so stunned, she might have actually done it.
But she couldn’t move.
Not while her heart was slowly splintering into a million pieces.
And what hurt her most was the fact that Adrian would kiss Tiffany out in front of everyone while he wouldn’t even so much as touch her hand when anyone was around.
Her tears swelled, but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t give either one of them the satisfaction of seeing just how much damage they had done to her.
God, she was such a stupid fool. How could she have thought Adrian was any different than her own father?
Tiffany pulled away, and handed him a card key. “It’s room 316,” she said seductively. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”
Sam went numb as even more pain washed over her. How could he?
He’s a man! Look at Tiffany.
How on earth could you ever compete with that?
“You okay?” Randir asked.
“No,” she said, swallowing her tears. “I need to go home. I’ll see you guys Monday.”
Adrian waited and waited for Sam. Where was she? Had she gone back in when he wasn’t looking?
He went to check, and as soon as he saw her coat was missing, a feeling of dread washed over him. “Where’s Sam?”
Randir shrugged. “She went home.”
“What?”
“She said she didn’t feel well.”
Adrian pulled his phone out of its cradle and dialed her cell phone.
No answer.
Cursing, he ran after her.
A heavy snowfall had started as he reached his Bronco, got in, and went to find her.
Sam wept the whole way to Spring Hill. She didn’t really notice the icy roads until she had to turn onto Nashville Highway to reach her house. Her car started skidding.
Terrified, she held her breath until she landed safely in a ditch.
Her heart pounding, she was glad she hadn’t been physically hurt. She picked up her cell phone to call her brothers, then saw the battery was dead.
“Damn it!” she snarled as she slammed her fist against the steering wheel. “What next?”
Angry and hurt, she wiped her eyes, then shoved open her door and started the five-mile walk to her rented house.
Adrian’s heart raced as he realized how hazardous the roads were becoming. Sam’s little Honda was about as safe in weather like this as his Corvette.
Why had she left? It didn’t make any sense to him.
He turned onto Nashville Highway and saw her car in the ditch. Terrified at the sight, Adrian pulled to the side of the road and got out. Running up to her car, he saw it was empty.
She was out walking in 26 degrees?
He shook his head as he remembered her thin shoes and dress. She would freeze to death. Damn her independence. Couldn’t she ever let anyone do anything for her?
He ran back to his Bronco. Getting in, he tried to start it.
“No!” he snarled as the starter clicked without firing the engine. He tried again, but still the car refused to start.
Pulling out his cell phone, he called the only other person he knew who lived in Spring Hill.
“Hey, Trey,” he said as his friend picked up. “I need a huge favor from you.”Sam was absolutely freezing. Her shoes were soaking wet and she had all but lost the feeling in her feet.
Worse, she still had a mile to go to get home. And over and over again, all she could see was Adrian kissing Tiffany.
Suddenly, she heard a strange clip-clopping sound coming from behind her.
What on earth?
It sounded vaguely like hooves. Turning around, she saw…
No, it couldn’t be.
Sam blinked, not trusting her eyes.
The image only got clearer as the snowfall became heavier.
It was a knight. A knight in black leather.
Frowning, she watched as Adrian rode up to her on the back of a white stallion. Her mouth wide open, she looked at him as he reined to a stop by her side.
“Methinks milady damsel doth be in distress.”
She shook her head at his fake medieval English way of speaking. Those deep, dark, chocolate-brown eyes stared at her with a heat that instantly warmed her freezing bones.
“Adrian?” she gasped.
“Sir Adrian,” he corrected with a smile. He reached his hand down to her.
Without thinking, she took it and allowed him to pull her up to sit before him on the medieval-style saddle. He wrapped her up in two blankets as he adjusted her in front of him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in disbelief. “I thought you were with Tiffany.” As she said the name, her rage ignited.
“Tiffany?” he asked with a frown. “Why would you…”
She saw the color darken his cheeks.
“Yes,” she snarled at him. “I saw you two. And you took her room key.”
“Didn’t you see me give it back?”
Sam hesitated. “You gave it back?”
“Yes. A few minutes after she left.”
“You kept it a few minutes?” she snarled. “You skunk. How could you do – ”
He stopped her words with a heated kiss.
“Don’t yell at me, Sam,” he said as he pulled back. “It wasn’t my fault. I was waiting for you when she grabbed me from behind. At first, I thought it was you. Then she swept around me and put a lip-lock on me so fast I didn’t know what to do. In case you haven’t noticed, women don’t usually do things like that to me. She caught me off guard.”
“You looked like you were enjoying it to me.”
“I was too stunned to move. And when she handed me the key, it took a full minute before it dawned on me what it was.”
“A full minute?”
“I know you don’t believe me, but if I wanted Tiffany, then why am I out here on a horse, freezing?”
“Because I love you, and I wanted to come to your rescue.”
Sam choked on a sob. “Really?”
He tilted her chin up to look at him. “Don’t ever doubt me, Sam. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to take care of.”
Coming from him, that meant something.
She smiled as he kicked the horse forward toward the setting sun.
And in that moment, Sam knew she had the best Christmas present ever. She had her knight in shining leather.
Epilogue
Christmas day
Adrian let out a tired sigh as he pulled up to his apartment, just after noon. He’d spent most of the morning at work, alone, doing his best not to call and disturb Sam. She was spending the day with her family, while his had fled. Heather had gone to Daytona, and his mother was on a cruise in Alaska with her latest boyfriend.
But then, there was nothing unusual about that. He hadn’t had a family Christmas since he was fifteen.
For the last eleven years, Christmas had meant nothing more than a heated TV dinner eaten in front of bad television shows.
“I hate Christmas,” he muttered as he got out of his car, and went to his apartment.
He opened his door. Then, he froze dead in his tracks.
Someone had put a small Christmas tree in his living room and decorated it.
Frowning, Adrian closed the door and took his coat off, then went to the tree where a medieval-looking note card was tied with a ribbon to a branch.
He flipped it open.
Milord, Knight in Shining Armor, methinks thou hast a present in thy chamber.
He smiled at Sam’s writing. She must have stopped by while he’d been at work. How he wished she’d called him. He’d love to see her today.
Oh, well, she’d be at work tomorrow.
Holding the card to his heart, he went to see what she’d left for him. He opened the door to his bedroom and went stock-still as his jaw fell open.
Sam was lying on his bed dressed in a teddy that made his mouth water, and she had a bow tied around her neck.
“Where have you been?” she asked with a seductive smile as she closed the book she’d been reading and put it on his nightstand.
Adrian couldn’t speak, since his tongue was hanging on the floor.
Her smile widened as she left the bed and moved to stand in front of him. “Carpet got your tongue?” she asked. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">