Chapter 266: A Holiday
"Only you would come up with something this weird in the middle of the day," Melanie whispered as she sat in the small viewing gallery overlooking the enclosed squash court.
Laela simply rolled her eyes and gave her best friend a knowing glance. "And only you would be foolish enough to not enjoy your own husband. I mean, he comes here to play every single day, and you didn’t even know or care. How can you not relish your very own ’sex-on-a-stick’ candy?"
Melanie scoffed and gave her a playful nudge. "Because he’s my husband. I don’t need to sneak out and ogle him like a hormonal teenager. I can do that from the comfort of my home-whenever I want. Heck, I can order him to do a strip tease for me every night. Why do I need to come here and hide and watch him?
Laela grinned, shaking her head with mock pity. "Tsk, tsk. What an ungrateful little brat you are and the kind that even shows off! Hmpf Weren’t you the same woman who was mooning over him constantly when he revealed that he was the chairman of StormEdge. And about how he was a ’uselsss bad but sexy guy’ before that? Talking about how he had this dual personality with you and in the boardroom? Wait till you see him on that court—that’s when you’ll understand what ’multiple personality’ truly means."
Melanie raised an eyebrow and gave her a half-warning glare that clearly showed she was actually a bit jealous. "Miss Laela, have you been checking my husband out?"
"Of course not," Laela said with an innocent flutter of her lashes. "I’ve merely been... objectively observing him to ensure that no other desperate female gets any ideas."
"Liar!" Melanie narrowed her eyes. "You better stay far away from him-and don’t you dare let any other woman get close either."
Laela rolled her eyes dramatically. Honestly, Melanie had always been a bit clueless when it came to men. She’d been oblivious when she was with Spencer, and clearly, nothing had changed. Thankfully, Adam wasn’t Spencer. But what Melanie didn’t know- what Laela wasn’t about to say out loud—was that plenty of women were throwing themselves at Adam all the time. And Melanie? She remained blissfully unaware, sipping her coffee and thinking she was the only one who noticed him and ogled over him.
Thankfully, Adam Collins had a good head on his shoulders apart from having a good body. The cold and unavailable vibe he gave off was usually able to throw off most females. Only a few tried to persist, feeling as if he was a challenge. But he was able to handle those as well. However, as a true friend, it was her duty to warn her friend of the danger she was surrounded in.