Melanie barely had time to react before Adam's hand tightened around her wrist, and she stumbled slightly as he pulled her out of the squash court hurriedly, "Adam-what the hell-"
He didn't stop walking. His grip was like that of a man on a mission. The hallway spun a little as she tried to keep up.
"I want you," he muttered without turning around. "Right now."
Melanie's breath caught. Her pulse jumped. "You've lost your mind," she said, half-heartedly tugging her hand back. "Are you seriously dragging me—"
"Yes," he said. "And stop pretending you don't want this. You've been wet for me... since the moment you left the squash court after I finished playing. I saw you rubbing your thighs all uncomfortable.
Melanie didn't bother denying. It was true... She had almost jumped him just like how he was dragging her now... but still she tried to protest, "You've lost your mind, Adam. This is a public place!"
