A Betting Man

Chapter Twelve

Adelaide's Point of View

All I want to do is relax in the tub, yet as soon as I finally submerge my exhausted body, there's a loud pounding at the door. I tense; who the fuck could that be? I'm not expecting anyone, and I specifically told Fey I have a date with Johnny Showerhead tonight. Yet the pounding continues, and I find myself rising into the chilly air, thoroughly disgruntled as I wrap myself in my robe and make a quick beeline for the door.

I'm all geared up, ready to let Fey have it, but after flinging the door open I suddenly find myself standing face-to-face with a soaking wet, gloriously sexy Justin Bieber.

I gasp, subconsciously pulling my robe tighter against my body. "What are you doing here?" My voice is accusing.

Justin grins slyly; I'm finding it difficult to look affronted while standing in such close proximity to sex-on-legs over here. "I came to see you," he says. "And look, I brought dinner." He holds up a container of chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne.

"Dinner?" I scoff, attempting to withhold my facade, yet in reality my ovaries are rejoicing at the sight. He steps inside uninvited, dripping water all over my floor. His shirt is white and see-through – I ogle quite freely.

"Did you swim here?" I ask sarcastically.

"Swim, run – whatever it takes to get to you," he says smoothly. When I cock an eyebrow he turns serious. "It was raining, Addie."

I don't remember it raining, but whatever. I close the door behind him; when I turn around he's eyeing me in my robe.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asks.

"Yes, I was taking a bath."

"Well please, don't let me stop you."

The nerve of him! So ballsy all of a sudden. And as cocky as ever, of course.

"Don't hold your breath, Bieber," I say with a scowl. I patter back towards my bathroom where my pajamas lay folded and waiting. I assume he's waiting for me in the living room, but when I move to shut the bathroom door it's quickly blocked by a strong hand. I start, not having known he was following me. "Shit! What are you doing?" I ask, aghast.

"I'm joining you," he says easily. The door shuts with a low "click" and suddenly I'm trapped inside the tiny space. Justin's eyes are dark and inviting. I lose myself in them before shaking my head and stepping away.

"I don't think so."

"Don't be ridiculous, Addie. You want this just as much as I do." He's very matter-of-fact.

"You don't know what I want..."

But obviously he does, because a second later I'm being pushed against the counter, his hard, wet body pressed into mine. I have nowhere to go, not that I'd ever want to leave. He's right - I want this.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers. His voice is low, enthralling – I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he leans in close. Carefully, he touches my neck with his fingertips, slowly pushing aside the collar of my robe. I gasp as one side of fabric slides down my shoulder. He kisses the exposed skin, biting softly. I lose focus.

"I...I..."

"Say it, Addie." His hands fall south, deftly untying my robe. In a flash he rips it open and I'm exposed, completely naked in front of him. His eyes assess me slowly, dark and longing. Amazingly, I'm not ashamed for him to see me this way. I'm aroused, sexy and confident; I'm quick to meet his hungry gaze.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says in awe. "Now tell me what you want."

His look alone has left me breathless.