The next day when Molly returned home from doing the
banking she was flustered when she saw Adam sitting at
the kitchen table with her mother. She almost didn't
recognize him, instead of the expensive Italian suit he had
on jeans that fit him snugly and a black t-shirt that
stretched across him, defining his muscular chest. On his
feet were sneakers in place of his polished black dress
shoes. He looked just as handsome in his present attire
as he did dressed in the finest clothes that money could
buy.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped at him.
"Molly, don't be rude to our guest. Adam is here to see
you."
"Mom, since when are you on a first name basis with this
snake?" She would never understand how her mother
could be so nice to people like Adam, had she forgotten
what he was doing to them and the community?
"Now young lady, Adam was kind enough to have your car
towed back home. Be nice and thank him." Her mother
gave her a stern look.
Molly gave him a fake smile. "Thank you," she said,
shooting daggers his way.
Adam was no fool, he knew a fake smile when he saw
one. He gave her one back, showing off a set of pearly
white teeth. "Your mom and I are having a nice chat, I'm
really enjoying it."
Molly gave him a dirty look, making sure her mother didn't
see. "Adam, I've said all I'm going to. You won't budge so
we have nothing left to say."
Adam stood up. "It was you that said I should come
down and meet the people, so here I am. So come on,
show me around."
Molly squinted, she wondered why the sudden turnaround.
"Is this just another one of your schemes to get me
alone?" she asked suspiciously.
"No, it's not. I really want to check out the community,
see if it's all you say it is," he said, putting on his jacket
motioned towards the door. "Shall we?"
As they walked up the street she pointed out several
places, telling him what they were and about the people
who owned and runs them. They stopped at the pizza
parlour where Adam was given a slice to try.
"Wiping his mouth he smiled in appreciation. "Molly, this
is the best pizza I have ever tasted."
Just then a young man came over and sat next to her,
giving her a kiss on the cheek. Adam remembered seeing
him with Molly at the protest.
"Adam, this is Peter, his father owns this place." She
smiled at the young man. "And Peter is the best pizza
maker around."
"Nice to meet you, Peter, but we must get going, there's
still so much to see." Getting up he pulled Molly's chair
out for her, indicating he was ready to leave, not liking the
look young Peter was giving her.
Next, she took him to the German bakery where he tried a
delicious cream puff, then on to the local gift shop. They
also visited the small market that sold everything from
baby items and food as well as wine and beer.
They stopped in at Mr. Lee Chung, a seventy-two-year-old
who runs his own dry cleaning business.
"He's kind of old to still be working," Adam said, frowning.
Molly stopped and when she did he too stopped. Her
eyes flashed with anger. "Mr. Chung is in perfect health. ..
He loves working so why shouldn't he if he wants to?"
"He held up his hands and stood back, seeing her green
eyes blazing with anger figured he should put a bit of
distance between them. "Ok, sorry," saying as he gave her
one of his sexy grins.
Adam had to admit it was really something, the people
were friendly and seemed happy. Most past the age of
retirement. The buildings were clean and well maintained.
The quality of their goods was amazing and the baked
goods were to die for.
"So you can see how happy these people are. Tourists
come from all over to visit our shops and you've only met
a few." Her heart pounding, hoping he would see the
beauty of the community and leave them be.
As they walked along he looked over at her. "They all
seem to care about you, Molly, especially that one young
man Peter, he couldn't take his eyes off you."
Molly giggled. "Peter, we grew up together, he's like a
brother to me."
"He doesn't look at you the way a brother should.
Beside's, he's not right for you, he's too young. You need
someone more mature, experienced," he stopped,
grabbing her arm and turning her to face him.
She immediately pulled away. "We're not here to talk
about me, and you have no idea what I need. You're here
to see what this community is all about, and what it
means to all of us who live and work here."
"Tell me, Molly, are you this passionate about
everything?"
She looked deep into his eyes, avoiding his question and
asking one of her own. "What about you Adam, besides
money and power what are you passionate about? is
there nothing else that means the world to you?"
Putting his hands in his pocket started walking, he had no
answer for her. He'd gone through his whole life making
business deals, each one making more money than the
last. Had as many women as he wanted. But there was
always something missing, he just didn't know what it
was. "I'm hungry Molly, let me buy you dinner."
She was about to say no but something stopped her, it
was the loneliness in his eyes that took her by surprise.
With all his money and good looks he had no one, just an
endless parade of women who were probably after him
for his money. It made Adam seem vulnerable. "We can
go to Ray's, it's not fancy but he makes the best burgers
and fries around, oh, and the milkshakes are so
delicious."
While they ate she thought she would bring up the subject
of the community project. "Won't you consider leaving
this property alone? there are so many other places you
could buy, ones that are better than here."
Adam looked at Molly and shrugged. "I don't know, I'd
have to give it a lot more thought. I would be giving up
one hell of a profit. There would have to be a good
reason for me to shut it down." Time stood still as they
gazed into each other's eyes, then she looked away,
snickering.
"Did I say something amusing?" he asked.
Looking back at him she points to his lip. "You have
mustard on the side of your mouth."
Adam wiped at it but missed getting it all off, she reached
over and wiped it off with her finger. Taking her hand put
her finger in his mouth and licked off the mustard, still
holding her hand gave her a smile.
"You asked me if there was anything I was passionate
about. Wel,l there is, sex. I love making love to a beautiful
woman. To feel her, to hear her scream out my name in
an earth shattering orgasm. I'd like that woman to be you.
What about you Molly, do you also enjoy making love?"
Face turning red she pulled her hand from Adam's grip
and looked away, he was not going to get an answer from
her.
After an awkward silence Adam stood up. "I have to go.
Let me walk you home, and I'd like to see you again to
talk about it some more. The community that is, not the
sex," he chuckled.
"For a man who's so busy that one has to book an
appointment months in advance to see you, well you sure
spend a lot of time out of your office," she scoffed.
"I'm not really that busy, I just like having a lot of free time
to do the things I like."
"Well Adam, there's nothing more I can say to change
your mind. So there is no need for us to meet again.
Please let me know what you decide."
Once they reached Molly's door he leaned in close,
trapping her between him and the wall. She couldn't help
being excited, her heart beating wildly in her chest, that
was until he opened his mouth and spoiled things.
"You could do so much more to convince me," he said,
his eyes taking in the contour of her face, her lips.
His face so close she looked at his lips, remembering the
last time he kissed her, leaving her breathless and angry
both at the same time. "And how could I do that?" she
said in a quiet,meek voice.
Before she could stop him he drew her into his arms and
his lips, with such force landed on hers. He wouldn't let go
when she struggled to break free. She felt herself being
swept away with desire as his kiss deepened, his tongue
forcing it's way into her mouth. A small moan escaped
from her mouth as she let the desire wash through her.
Taking her hands he held them above her head, his mouth
devouring her mouth as his free hand moved to her
breasts where he gently began caressing them. He moved
closer, pressing against her, wanting her to feel the bulge
in his pants getting hard. He wanted her to know the
effect she was having on him.
Molly could hardly breathe, her chest tight, body throbbing
with an ache she'd only known since he had come into
her life. And when she felt how hard he had become got
frightened and gasping managed to free her hands and
placed them on his chest, giving him a shove back. Her
right hand went up and slapped him hard across the face.
"You think I'll sleep with you, be your whore to get you to
leave my community alone?"
Rubbing his face where she had slapped him he felt the
sting. His jaw twitched, face turned red and he growled.
"You could do worse than me, Molly. We'd both get what
we wanted, think about it."
Molly went to walk away but he grabbed her wrists,
glaring at her. "I can tell you want me. This is going to
happen, one way or another, I always get what I want and
I want you."
"Just when I was starting to think you weren't so bad after
all, you pull this stunt. You're delusional if you think I'd
sleep with you. God, you're a horrible man and I hate you.
Now get your damn hands off me before I knee you in the
balls."
He smirked, his eyes once again going to her her lips.
"You may hate me, but you also want me to bed you. Oh,
Molly, I can make you feel things you've never
experienced before. One night with me will leave you
begging for more."
Tears stinging her eyes, her body shaking like a leaf
raised her foot and slammed it down hard on his foot.
Cursing he let go of her giving her the opportunity to
escape his grip and running inside shut the door. Chest
heaving she leaned against the door, listening to Adam
cursing as he walked away. She wanted to cry, never had
she been so rudely disrespected, and a small part of her
was turned on. Adam was after all attractive and he
oozed with sexuality, his body and scent were
intoxicating. Women couldn't help falling for his good
looks and charm. But Molly would be damned if she
would end up being another notch on his bedpost.
Tbc