"I thought you were going to call me Adrian." Adam smirks, tucking his hands in his pockets. He's as devilishly handsome as he was that night in the bar. The only thing is that this time I am not going to be swayed. I can feel my animal roll over inside me and I harden myself.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Moore."

"My name's Adam, not Mr. Moore," he interjects. "Or you can call me Adrian. After all, that's the name you chose."

He's not going to let up.

I meet his gaze, ...