Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 267: Property

"Ohhh... look who I found. A thief."

Melanie winced at the teasing voice before slowly turning around. "What thief?"

"Uh huh... don’t think I didn’t notice you stealing looks at me—with your partner in crime over there," Adam said, nodding toward the direction Laela had disappeared to. "I could feel it. Kept me completely distracted the entire game."

"That was you distracted?" Melanie raised a brow and muttered under her breath, "Just how focused would he have to be then..."

As if he’d caught every word, Adam, who had been leaning casually against the locker room door, straightened and strolled toward her. "Don’t be curious," he said with a smirk. "You’ve seen my focused look... in the bedroom."

Melanie’s cheeks flamed instantly. She scowled at him. "I came here to play. Now that you’ve finally vacated the squash court, I can actually go in. And for your information," she added, pointedly, "I was not stealing looks."

She took a deliberate pause, eyed him up and down, and added with a smirk of her own, "I was just admiring my property."

Adam laughed, a low, amused sound that sent a shiver down her spine. It always did, dam* it! He didn’t move as she began to walk past him-until suddenly, without warning, his arm shot out and wrapped firmly around her waist.

"I hope you checked it out thoroughly," he murmured against her ear. "Didn’t know you had a thing for thighs."

He caught her hand in his and guided it down until her fingers brushed the solid flesh just beneath the hem of his shorts. Melanie’s eyes widened, stunned by how accurately he’d read her mind.

Then he winked, adding with a grin, "Careful, babe. Not so hard. You’ll leave a mark on your property."

Melanie jolted, only then realizing that instead of pulling away, she had been absentmindedly pinching him.

With an embarrassed gasp, she yanked her hand back and hurried out the door, her face burning.

Behind her, his laughter echoed through the hallway, making her shake her head at herself. Someday she would be able to one up his teasing! Someday!

As stepped onto the squash court, still flustered, her hand tingling from that ridiculous moment, she wrinkled her nose and glanced around. Empty. Quiet. Just the faint echo of a ball still thudding in her ears.

She checked her watch.

The trainer was late.

Of course. Just her luck. Finally, when she was willing to learn a sport, the trainer had to be late. She paced near the edge of the court, tapping the racket against her thigh, unsure of what to even do with it. She didn’t know how to play squash unless she counted how she had seen Adam playing it just now. But if someone asked her, all she knew was that the ball had to be hit at the wall continuously.

A soft thud behind her had her turning back and then scowling immediately as she watched Adam walk in like he was here for another round.

"What now?" she asked, folding her arms and almost hitting the back of her head with the racket in her hand and scowled. "You not done laughing at me?"

He shrugged, casually stepping inside. "Not really. You are the joy of my life, Melon. How dare I laugh at you?"

That had her narrowing her eyes warily at him. "What are you doing here? Haven’t you already finished your game? Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Like-out of my face?"

"I’m here," he said simply, tossing the towel in his hand onto the bench, "to teach you."

Melanie blinked. "Excuse me?"

"The trainer cancelled. He told me to fill in."

"Since when are you certified to teach squash?"

Adam grinned. "Since a few years, actually."

She gave him a look. "I’m not learning anything from you." She wasn’t. She knew that she was not too sporty! She was not going to make a fool of herself.

But he did not take her seriously and indstead stepped forward and leaned in slightly. "You sure? You already seem very hands-on today."

Melanie flushed instantly. "That was a mistake."

Adam chuckled and walked around her slowly, like a coach inspecting a rookie. "Alright. First lesson-how to hold the racket. And don’t hold it that tightly..." And then, as if that was not enough, he whispered," Hold it like you hold me..." He gave a pointed glance below that had Melanie follow his gaze and then blush fiery red when she realized what he meant.

"I’m not going to learn from..."

"Give it here." He gently took her hand and adjusted her grip, his fingers brushing over hers unhurriedly, while he cut off her protest.

She glared at him, but her fingers stayed where he placed them.

He moved behind her then, his hands sliding lightly to her hips, adjusting her stance.

"Okay, feet shoulder-width apart... no, not like that," he said, nudging her ankle gently with his foot. "Unless you’re preparing to fight me."

"I am preparing to fight you."

"Excellent. That’s the spirit. Now keep your knees slightly bent—there, better."

She tried to focus, but he was too close. His breath was hitting her neck. His fingers rested just lightly on her waist as he spoke. "Learn well, Melon. I can’t wait to play with you."

Melanie scoffed at the double entendre and tried to concentrate as he taught her how to serve, bringing her arm back and then forward.

She tried a couple of times and was able to hit back the ball , thankfully not embarrassing herself too much. And much to her enjoyment, she even got a few chances to elbow him as he tried to teach her how to serve... She tried that again, but this time, he caught her arm and brought it forward, helping her swing. Their arms moved together in one smooth motion.

"Better," he said. "Still too tense."

"Maybe because you’re breathing down my neck," she muttered, distracted and turned on with his nearness... And totally uncomfortable with her own self. She’d never thought she would be so turned on in such a place that she could think of nothing else.

"I do my best work from this angle." Adam muttered in her ear and that made her shiver more because she could feel the arousal in his voice as it turned a bit guttural.

Melanie smacked the ball against the wall harder than she intended. It rebounded unevenly and hit the floor with a loud thwack.

She walked past him to retrieve the ball and put some distance between them but in the next moment, her wrist was caught and she was almost dragged out of the door...

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