Perhaps. Perhaps it was. "But we're both good at keeping secrets," Adam said, his hands creeping upwards, over her thighs and up her stomach, raising the hem of his coat along with them as his hands moved forward, wrapping around her waist as he pulled her back against him. "What do you want, Angie?" Adam asked, leaning forward and kissing her neck lightly, his lips ghosting over her skin, breath hot on her neck. "Tell me what you want."
Because right now, that was all Adam cared about. Possibly complications with Arthur, issues with the others, what he had come to talk to her about to begin with, all of those thoughts were shoved to the back of his mind in the situation that he had stepped into now. Angela had been a forbidden fruit for as long as he had known her, one that he had wanted to pluck for just as long. It really was a shame that she was married to someone who didn't appreciate her. Without Arthur holding her back, she had amazing potential. And it was a potential that he was determined to make her see.
If this was the way to do it, he certainly wasn't going to complain.