Chapter 4 get her out of his head.

*😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND😋*

EPISODE➡️04

Adam Bancroft Jr. was splashed all over the news, he was

apologizing for the trouble the protest caused. Molly

watched in horror at his smug smile when he turned the

tables on her.

"I just want to clear the air. Bancroft Enterprises is giving

every family in Memory Lane a huge settlement and a

year to move. Miss Hansson is a young and inexperienced

woman, we are doing these people a favour. The

buildings are old and run down, that land will also have a

building that will be strictly used as a lab. They will be

running tests and trying to find a cure for diseases,

nonprofit, of course. Donated by Bancroft Enterprises."

Adam leaned in towards the camera, staring at it. "Stick

to what you know Miss Hansson, shopping and doing your

nails, leave the business to the big boys."

Molly flung the TV remote down, cursing under her

breath. Adam had turned the table on her, he was now

getting support from the media. And now donating a

building for medical research, who was he kidding, it

would be a tax write off for him, would end up costing

him nothing. He was making her out to be a bored dumb

bimbo, now she was even more determined to fight.

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The next day she was busy writing letters when she

received a call from Adam's secretary. He wanted to

meet with her at the Chandler Hotel Dining room at eight

P.M. It was advised that she show up if she wanted him

to reconsider his decision.

The Chandler Hotel was a place that only the very wealthy

could afford to eat and stay. Molly wore the only fancy

dress she owned, a little black number.

Adam stood up when she was escorted to his table.

"Molly, I'm glad you could make it."

"I didn't have much of a choice Mr.Bancroft," she replied

curtly.

"Call me Adam."

"Sorry I'm late, but I was busy doing my nails," she said

sarcastically.

Adam laughed. "Oh, so you saw the news did you?"

"Yes, and you have some nerve. What you said about the

buildings falling down are untrue and you know it."

"It's nothing personal Molly, just business," he said as he

poured them both a glass of wine.

"Look, Mr. Bancroft, I mean Adam. I'm here to talk about

Memory Lane and nothing else."

He glared at her, his patience running thin. "I never talk

business until after I've eaten, we can talk later. Shall I

order for you?"

"I'm not here to eat, this is not a date," she snapped.

The waiter came over and ignoring her Adam ordered the

steak for the two of them.

Molly figured if she had to eat she would not let Adam

decide for her. Though the steak sounded delicious she

picked something altogether different. "No, I'll have the

fish with a side salad," giving Adam an icy stare she

thanked the waiter.

Adam smiled to himself. This girl has spunk, it might be

fun getting to know her.

"I brought you a folder to look at. Inside is a full report on

the people and their business. If there is anything else you

want to know just ask me."

Adam held up his hands to stop her from talking. "Molly

after we eat. Now let's get to know one another, tell me

about yourself."

She inhaled deeply and let out a sigh. "What do you want

to know?"

"Is there a man in your life?"

"That's really none of your business, but no, there isn't."

Adam raised his eyebrow, letting his eyes roam over her

body. "I find that hard to believe. A beautiful woman like

you single."

A rosy tint appeared on her face at his compliment. "I've

been busy, I just finished college and returned home."

"What was your major? and how did you do?"

"I finished top of my class in Business and Finance." She

gave him a smug look. See, I'm not such a bimbo, after all,

you jerk.

"So you're smart as well as beautiful. If you're so smart

you must know I could sue you for slander."

Molly swallowed the last bite of her fish, a wicked smile

crossed her face. "Do it, but how do you think the public

will feel about you when they find out you're using a poor

young woman, one whose community you're tearing

down?"

Adam's eyes grew eerily dark as he stared at Molly,

dropping his fork on his plate. "You have some nerve

talking to me like this Molly. But be careful with that

mouth of yours before you get yourself in a whole lot of

trouble." He leaned over towards her and snarled. "I could

destroy you with one phone call."

Molly stood up, tossing her napkin on the table shouted,

not caring that the people around them were listening.

"Don't you dare threaten me. I'm not one of your bimbo's

you can push around." Tossing the folder down in front of

him stormed out.

He watched her leave, a smile formed on his face. There

was something about her, she was unlike any woman he

had ever met.

When Adam left the restaurant he saw Molly across the

street. She appeared to be having car trouble. The hood

was up and she was bent over looking inside. Her dress

had ridden up, showing off a great deal of leg. He walked

over and asked what was wrong.

"It's this stupid car of mine, It won't start again." She

looked up at Adam. "Do you know anything about cars?"

she asked.

Shaking his head he laughed. "No, but I do know this.

From the looks of this car, I'd say scrap it."

"Easy for you to say money bags," she said in a snarky

tone.

"Let me give you a ride home."

"No thanks, I'll call a cab."

"You won't get one now, maybe in an hour or two, if

you're lucky." When she shook her head no again he

turned and walked away, shouted back over his shoulder.

"Ok, good luck, watch out for the drunks coming out of

the bar."

Molly's head snapped towards the sound of three men

laughing and carrying on, they were obviously drunk. Not

wanting to deal with them yelled out to Adam. "Wait, I'll

take that ride."

He opened the door for her then got in himself. "Did I tell

you how sexy you look in that dress?"

Shaking her head she rolled her eyes at him. "Don't bother

flirting with me, it won't get you anywhere."

"I'm just saying, are you always this defensive?" he asked

as he pulled up in front of her father's shop. "This is where

you live?"

"It is, and thank you for the ride."

He stopped her from opening the car door. "I'll walk you

to your door," he said as he got out and over to her side.

She waited for Adam to open her door. Stepping out she

looked at him, wondering why she suddenly felt nervous.

"There's no need to walk me to the door."

He paid no attention and walked her up to the door

anyway. As soon as they got there he put his arms around

her waist. "I need some form of payment for the ride

home."

She placed her hands on his arms and pulled them away

from her waist. "If it's a payment you want then I'll give

you the cash."

"I don't want money." He put her up against the wall and

his lips came down on hers. They tasted like honey and

velvety soft. His hands went around her tiny waist and he

pulled her close as his kiss deepened.

She gave him a shove back. "How dare you," she said as

she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, turning

she dashed inside.

Molly was furious, her body trembling from his kiss that

left her lips swollen. She thanked God that her parents

were asleep, she didn't want to explain why she was

trembling and her lips swollen. She was starting to lose

hope. Adam was playing with her, he had no intentions of

stopping the building project. They were doomed and she

never wanted to see him again.

That night as she laid awake she thought about Adam

and that kiss. No man had ever kissed her like that before,

with so much urgency and passion. His lips so soft yet

firm, his tongue so moist when it tickled her tongue with

his. It sent flames through her body like a raging fire right

down to her core, an intense throbbing began and she felt

her panties getting wet.

Molly couldn't understand how this man, whom she hated

could make her feel what she was feeling. She gave

herself a mental slap and told herself to stop thinking

about him, she would never let him kiss her again, which

would be easy since she would never be seeing him

again.

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Adam drove home with a smile on his face. Well, at least

she didn't slap my face. He thought to himself. Arriving

home to his suite at the hotel he grabbed a beer from the

fridge and sat down on his leather sofa, stretching his

legs and removing his tie. He couldn't get the feisty little

blond out of his head, boy she had a temper. If looks

could kill he'd be a dead man from the way she glared at

him, and from the way she shoved him knew she was

strong as well.

Adam wanted to see her again, but he knew she wasn't

like the other women. No, Molly was not impressed with

money and fancy things, she could not be bribed with

diamonds or expensive gifts. He wanted her in his bed

and was determined to have her, one way or another. Her

lips were like a drug, he'd had a taste and wanted more.

Getting comfortable on his sofa leaned back. Taking out

his phone checked his messages as he looking at his

luxurious surroundings. Everything was new and

expensive, all bright and shiny, he loved being surrounded

by beautiful things, one of the perks of being wealthy. But

there was something missing, though he always had the

company of women he sometimes felt lonely.

Finishing his beer clicked off his phone, they were from

women he had bedded and wanted him to call. Normally

he would have called one of them, but tonight his mind

was distracted by Molly. For whatever reason, he couldn't

get her out of his head.

Tbc