Adrian.
I kept my eyes on her while in the car. At least from time to time, I glanced over to observe her sitting so graciously beside me.
Every time our eyes touched, she would crack a smile—a bright one—and I would be forced to return it with a weaker variant.
I would make sure to look away before I found myself slipping into a hole that was usually too deep to crawl out of.
She kept blabbing on, but my eyes weren’t on her. I struggled to keep track of the vehicle trailing at a reasonable pace behind me. It had Marcus as its driver and the backseat lined with the three handpicked strippers.
“I’m just going to have a long week,” she confessed. “But it’s good. I’m getting famous. I just hope people’s interest stretches beyond our love and attraction to my business.”
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