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than friendly.

Braden didn’t even notice. His eyes were burning holes in Joss and her colleague Craig

who had started the night off by sharing a kiss and spent the last hour flirting and having fun.

I liked this side of Joss.

Braden apparently didn’t. No. He did. He just didn’t like that she was doing it with another

guy. The mini-drama playing out before me almost kept my mind off my own, but when

Braden, who’d clearly finally had enough, got up and approached the bar when Joss went on

break and somehow managed to talk the other bartender into letting him into the staffroom, I

was brought back to my own problem with no escape.

Darren and Donna were up at the bar getting more drinks.

Adam and I were alone on the couch.

He caressed my hip soothingly, obviously trying to get me to relax. “So,” he spoke into

my ear again, reinforcing the feeling that we were in our own little bubble inside the bar.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re being a bitch to me?”

“Stop calling me that,” I snapped, turning my head so our noses were almost touching. I

stared into his dark eyes and lost my breath so badly I had to look away.

“Stop acting like one.”

“I’m annoyed,” I explained. “I get to be annoyed.”

“Would you fill me in?”

I turned to him again, and this time I don’t think I managed to mask my hurt and confusion

over his actions because his own expression softened with concern. “Why did you threaten

Nicholas with physical violence when he came to you for advice about asking me out?”

Understanding dawned in his eyes and he sighed heavily. “He’s not good enough for you.”

“That’s not up to you to decide.”

His fingers dug into my hip as they curled in reflex to my response. “It’s up to me to

protect you.”

I closed my eyes, his words hurting me. “I’m not yours to protect.”

Adam’s body grew solid next to mine and we sat in awful silence for a moment.

The silence was broken when his arm loosened its hold around my waist. I was just

turning my head to look at him questioningly when I felt the touch of his fingers against my

upper back. Slowly, torturously he skimmed them down my spine and I flushed feeling my

nipples harden visibly against the fabric covering my chest. “You sure about that,” he

murmured hoarsely in my ear.

My eyes widened as I stared into his, a flurry of confusion and questions rioting in my

head, none of which I had time to voice before Donna and Darren took a seat next to us with

our drinks. Adam’s arm came back around, his hand resting gently on my hip, and I sat there

in stunned silence wondering what the hell he’d meant by that.

Chapter 7

Adam winced as he looked over at me. “I really did send you some pretty mixed signals.”

I snorted. “You think?”

He smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Els. You pissed me off. I was trying to make a point that

you were mine. It wasn’t fair.”

I shrugged. “You were torn. I forgive you. Especially since it makes a really good story.”

He laughed as I reached for the diary again, flipping through the pages to find the next entry.

“That night at Club 39 wasn’t nearly as bad as the night at Fire.”

Adam groaned. “Damn, I don’t know if I want to read this from your point of view.”

“I get quite detailed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Detailed?”

I nodded, blushing.

He saw the blush and grinned, pulling the diary out of my hand. “Baby, that’s hot.”

Sunday, September 16th

I’m done. It’s over. I don’t care what history lies between me and Adam… it’s finally

over…

I hadn’t been looking forward to the night at Fire because it meant being stuck in a club,

watching Adam flirt with everything that moved, but it was a big night for Braden as he was

holding a special event for Fresher’s Week, and I promised him I’d be there.

As per usual he and Joss were so wrapped up in their own stuff they didn’t notice the

tension between me and Adam. It was this horribly awkward tension, mixed with sexual

frustration, and it had sprung up between us after our clash a little while after the eventful

night at Club 39.

It had happened when I accepted a date with a guy called Jason that I met in Starbucks.

Jason was hot and seemed nice and I saw no harm in grabbing a drink with him. Except,

Braden had informed Adam of my plans and Adam had spent the entire night calling me up

with stupid questions. He ruined the date. It was immature and completely outrageous.

Even more so was the fact that, as Joss so bluntly pointed out, I had rudely kept answering

the phone instead of switching it off. The truth was I’d been enjoying Adam’s reaction to my

date. Somewhere along the line I had forgotten my vow to move on from him after the night

at his apartment, and I was playing our stupid game again. I wanted a reaction from him and I

got it. But after chewing him out at my parent’s Sunday lunch the next day, Adam had gone

from hot to ice cold. He tried not to be alone with me and when he was alone with me he

spoke to me about things you’d chat to a perfect stranger about. It had been wearing on my

nerves for weeks, and that along with my worries about school and the recurring headache I

couldn’t seem to get rid of, I found myself wanting to lay my frustrations at his feet.

Everyone else would get nice Ellie, sweet Ellie, the Ellie everyone knew and liked. Adam

would get crabby Ellie, tired Ellie, the Ellie with the bitter, broken heart.

While Braden detained Joss after a small skirmish about her dress (my brother was such an

alpha-male idiot sometimes) Adam led me up to a private booth across from the bar. I slid in

one side and was surprised when Adam sat down quite close to me.

“Careful,” I warned him dryly, “I think you’re breaking your one meter distance rule with

me.”

He curled his lip, unimpressed. “Don’t start. Not tonight.”

“Not any night.”

His eyes flashed. “You know why I don’t date, Ellie? So I don’t have to put up with this

shit. It’s like being in a fucking relationship without the benefits.”

Hurt, I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster. “No, it’s like being in a friendship you broke.”

Having successfully spread my hurt to him, I felt awful, and feeling awful made me even

angrier at him. I didn’t want to care that I hurt his feelings.

Adam was about to respond when movement drew our heads up and we saw Joss trying to

escape our argument. He gave her a look that told her to plant her bottom down beside us and

save him from me.

I was almost as relieved as he was when she sat down on my other side.

“Braden’s having drinks sent over,” she said, her eyes taking in all the guests. “I didn’t

realize he had other friends appearing tonight. I thought it was just us and random people.”

“No,” I replied absentmindedly, my bad mood causing the rope bridge between my brain

and mouth to snap. “Some of his exes as well as his previous friends-with-benefits girls love

clubbing. He invited them and a few of his guy friends.”

It wasn’t until Adam snapped, “Ellie, what are you playing at?” and I turned to see him

gazing pointedly at Joss that I followed his gaze and saw Joss had frozen at my careless

comment.

Mortified, I hurried to assure her apologetically, “Oh crap, Joss, I didn’t mean anything. I

mean, those girls don’t mean anything…”

“Let’s get drunk,” she announced overly cheerily and I felt unbelievably guilty for making

her feel uncomfortable and uncertain of Braden.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let’s just wait for Braden,” Adam insisted.