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the scene in Adrian's bedroom. He'd gotten naked during my inner monologue and had the women bent over and bracing herself on the windowsill. Her forehead was leaning against the glass of the window and Adrian was standing behind her. I had to admit I was a bit worried. If Adrian pounded her with his usual vigor, the poor woman would probably end up with a concussion from having her forehead thrust against the glass. The redhead didn’t seem to share my worries, though. She looked as if she couldn't wait for Adrian to push into her. I shifted my binoculars slightly to take a look at Adrian's face.
    And then I was staring directly into green eyes and he was staring back at me.
    He. Was. Staring. Back. At. ME.
    Fuck.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that Adrian was currently looking at me while I was watching him like a freaking stalker. Oh shit, shit, shit.
    I should have been more careful. He had noticed me! I froze and for a seemingly endless amount of time, we were just looking at each other. The woman didn’t seem to notice. She wiggled her ass against him, encouraging him to get started. Suddenly the corner of Adrian’s mouth lifted and he smiled at me smugly.
    What?
    My heart skipped a beat.
    Holy shit! Was he actually flirting with me?
    My hand that was holding the binoculars shook so much, I was worried I'd drop them any second. Not taking his eyes off me and still smiling this cocky smile, he grabbed the hips of the redhead and pushed into her, never taking his eyes off me. I gasped and my hand covered my mouth in shock. He'd noticed me and yet he didn't stop. He seemed to like it. His green eyes were so intense as his face clouded with ecstasy.
    I backed away, wrenched the curtains shut, dropped the binoculars and threw myself on my bed. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my ribcage. Every thud reverberated in my temples. He'd noticed me. I was so screwed, and not in a good way…
    I could only hope that he hadn't seen my face because the binoculars and my hands had covered it. I let out a groan and rolled over on my stomach. This day had turned into a nightmare. Even if he hadn't seen my face, he knew where I lived and could come over here or even send the police.
    I felt slightly sick. There was only one solution. I would just have to move out of my apartment and probably out of town. Yeah, right.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    I didn't sleep at all that night. I dreamed of green eyes and cocky smiles, and while usually such a dream would have been pleasant and sometimes even pleasurable, this time those images haunted me in a nightmare. I got three hours of sleep tops, and even they had been tainted by my worries. Even Bruno had had enough of my restlessness and had left the bed to sleep somewhere else.
    That was the first time in weeks that he hadn't slept next to me on the mattres s and I felt slightly betrayed.
    I felt like shit when I got out of bed that morning and it must have shown plainly because Amy’s bright smile faltered as soon as she saw me. “Nora, what's wrong?” she asked immediately, and I replied in an unintelligent grunt. My feet dragging over the ground, I walked toward the kitchen corner and slumped down on one of the chairs. Amy started preparing coffee, throwing glances my way the entire time. I tried counting the myriad of s unflowers printed on her dress.
    “Okay, Nora if you don't tell me what's wrong right about now, I'll have to force the words out of you,” Amy said as she put a cup of coffee on the table in front of me. What did she want to do? Wax my head?
    Letting out a strangled sigh, I wrapped my fingers around the cup and looked at Amy. “He knows.”
    Amy blinked at me, obviously clueless what I was talking about. She raised her dark eyebrows, waiting for a further explanation.
    I closed my eyes briefly and drew in a deep breath. “Adrian, he saw me watching him having sex last night.”
    “Oh my god! And?” Amy asked , her eyes