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Jay's face showed initial shock, then horror, anger and disgust as he listened to Dawn Marie's sordid story. He couldn't believe it... Yet at the same time, he *could* see it having happened. And he knew the teary brunette was not making all of this up.
"I just feel so... *used*," Dawn murmured, her head lowering as she recalled the cold look in Adam's green eyes as they'd exchanged glances in the hotel restaurant. It was so horrible.
"I know," the short-haired blond man said gently. His heart went out to her as he reached out with one hand, placing it on her shoulder. He felt sympathetic for sure, but he was feeling a number of different emotions right now. On top of feeling badly for Dawn Marie, he felt sickened and disgusted and furious about Adam's actions. His so-called best friend had done a horrible wrong against not only the brunette but also Amy. He knew Adam hadn't quite been the redhead's boyfriend per se when he'd slept with Dawn, but it was wrong nonetheless. And apparently, he'd picked her up while Jay had been hanging out with the redhead. What a prick.
"And when I ran into them down in the cafe... it was as though he were rubbing my nose in it," Dawn Marie continued. She raised her head and met the man's kind blue eyes, fresh tears running down her cheeks. "I just feel like such a fool!"
"Well, *don't*," Jay said firmly. The woman ducked her head again, but he placed his hand under her chin and tipped her face up so their eyes met again. "Listen to me, Dawn... You are a beautiful, desirable woman, and what he did to you was *his* fault - not yours."
She sniffled slightly, blinking as she dared not to look away from him.
"The thing about Adam..." Jay continued. "... Well, he's turned into a bit of an asshole lately. I'm not making any excuses for him. Hell, I don't even *like* him anymore." He shook his head, his gaze sliding sideways as he thought about the tall blond man. "Someone should really talk to Amy," he went on.
Dawn Marie's eyes went wide at his words.
"N-no... She would *hate* me!"
"No she wouldn't..."
The brunette reacted almost violently to his words.
"Of *course* she would!" she cried, anxiety clearly written across her pretty face. "I don't want to antagonize her in any way..."
"It's okay," Jay said soothingly. God, the woman was so jumpy and terrified. "I'm not going to say anything to her about you. Promise. But she *should* know what kind of guy Adam is." His blue eyes took on a somewhat faraway look. "She should see him for what he really is, see how much of an ass he's been toward everyone but her lately..."
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Adam gazed at Amy, a grin playing on his lips as he watched her. She was so beautiful... It was really amazing how he took such simple pleasure in the mere act of looking at her.
They'd both finished their steaks, and now, another hunger again surged through the tall blond man. He cocked his head to one side as he eyed the redhead. He wished they had a bottle of champagne or something to celebrate - celebrate what? Hell, just the fact that they were here, together, and now together in general was enough to celebrate. Had they had some, he would've poured some on her gorgeous, shapely body and drank it right off of her in the middle of lovemaking. And just thinking about it was causing him to grow hard yet again.
The redhead seemed completely guileless to the desire swarming through him. She sat there across the table from him, sipping a bottle of Country Peach Snapple and exchanged glances with him. A smile came to her lovely face, and Adam was gone... He couldn't sit here and continue on with this facade. He wanted her... And damn it, he was going to have her yet again.
He rose from the table, and her hazel eyes followed his movement. She blushed as she noticed the pronounced bulge in his pants. God, was he ever *not* hot and horny? She innocently played it coy and oblivious as he stepped around her chair and directly behind it.
Adam breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her rich, luscious, fragrant red hair. God, she was beautiful - and so irresisible. He lowered his head to better smell the soft, silken tresses, his hands coming up to caress them. He felt the diva stiffen slightly under his touch as he moved one hand to her shoulder, the side of her neck. A second or two later, she noticeably relaxed.
He smiled as he caressed and kneaded the muscles of her shoulders. And then, he moved his face closer to the side of her neck, his lips and tongue claiming the delicate flesh. He nipped at it as well, causing the redhead to close her eyes and lean back into his touch, her head tilting to the side he was currently focused on. He kissed her there again, then gently raised her up from her seat.
Amy willingly allowed him to pull her up and into his embrace, her breath leaving her in a whoosh sound. Her head was practically spinning with the intensity of his passion as he captured her lips, his lips and tongue so demanding. He was harder as well, as she could feel him throbbing against her as he held her to him. God, he wanted to make love to her again - already... She could hardly breathe at the thought of it. He was, simply put, completely insatiable.
"Mmm," he murmured, his breath deliciously hot as he stopped kissing her lips just long enough to speak, gazing with desire into her eyes. His own were nearly slits as he continued. "God, I love you... I can't get enough of you, and I love you."
Her knees nearly buckled as he practically danced her over to the bed.