Free Surprise Seduction by Jana Mercy Page A

  She’ll listen to you.”   Sheila glared daggers at the redhead clinging to his arm before continuing her plea.   “I don’t think she knows what she’s doing.   You have to stop her.”
    “Where are they going?”
    “Up to her office.”
    Chase turned to his date.
    “Duty calls.”   He took his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a couple of twenties.   “If you don’t find a ride home, call a cab.   I may not be back for a while.”
    She fumed and stalked off, money in hand.   Sheila smiled.
    Chase left to rescue his assistant from making a big mistake.
     
    Adrienne’s head swam.   But she refused to acknowledge the dizzy, sick feeling that hit her when the elevator moved upward with a bump.
    She didn’t want to be sick.
    She planned to tell Chase she was a woman who liked men, that she liked him.
    That explained why she felt so funny.
    The floor moved when she stepped off the elevator, and she pitched into Mel’s arms.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, helping her to straighten.
    No, she wasn’t.   Her stomach roiled.   Her head ached.   She needed an aspirin.
    There was a bottle in Chase’s private bathroom cabinet.   She’d had to get him two of the tablets to take just a couple of days ago.
    “I just need an aspirin, and I’ll be fine.”   She unlocked her desk drawer with the small key she’d hidden under a plant earlier in the evening.   She took her purse out of the drawer.
    Inside her purse, she located the desired key to unlock Chase’s office with the key he’d given her just a few weeks ago.
    “Can I help?”
    “Don’t let me fall.”
    Mel held onto her upper arm, providing more support than she’d like to admit.   She didn’t feel at all like herself.   The exact word eluded her, but something akin to ‘heavy’ came to mind.   Her every movement dragged as if she moved in slow motion.
    Her head throbbed.   And everything looked so blurry.   Dampness flushed her skin.
    She really felt sick.
    She handed Mel the key.   “Please hurry.   I think I’m going to be sick.”
     
    “What the hell is going on?” Chase’s angry voice boomed into his office.
    Adrienne’s eyes sprung open.   Her mind cleared, amazingly so considering the amount of alcohol she’d consumed and her previous high.
    “Get your own woman, Aaron.”   Although the unexpected voice had made Adrienne jump, Mel didn’t seem surprised at Chase’s looming presence in the doorway.
    “She is mine.”
    Her eyes widened at Chase’s possessive claim.
    “I don’t see a wedding band.”   Mel’s arm was still loosely wrapped around her from where he’d helped keep her from falling on her face.   He pulled her against him.
    Chase cursed loudly, vulgarly.   Adrienne’s gaze lifted to his.   She blinked.
    “Leave her alone.   She isn’t your kind of woman.”   He stepped further into the room.
    She recognized the tension in Chase’s stance.   It was the way his body appeared when he dealt with an unsavory business adversary.   Right before he tore them to bits.    Why was he reacting like this to her and Mel?
    Then she remembered.
    She and Mel stood in Chase’s office.
    “You’re drunk, Adrienne.”
    She grimaced.
    “No, I’m not.   I only had a few glasses of champagne.   Get lost.”   She hiccupped.   How could she have done that when she’d been trying to prove her sobriety?   Darn the man.
    “Sheila’s worried about you.   She thinks you’ll regret this tomorrow.”
    “She’s wrong.”
    “I don’t think so.   You’ve had too much to drink and don’t know what you want or what you’re doing.”
    “You’re so wrong.   I know exactly what I want.”
    Him .
    “Adrienne,” he began again. “You’ve had too much to drink.”
    “No.”   He couldn’t think her drunk, or he wouldn’t believe her when she told him she preferred men--preferred him.
    “This is not up for debate,” he warned.   “You’re coming with me.   Now.”
    She