Adamo’s POV
Mr. Rossi took another deep breath before he knocked on Sade’s door. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, and for a moment, he almost considered turning back. But it was too late.
The door creaked open, and Sade stood before him, looking breathtaking. Her radiant caramel skin seemed to glow in the soft light, and her outfit—an elegant blouse and a form-fitting pencil skirt—hugged her curves in all the right places. She was effortlessly beautiful.
He had to pause for a moment, taking her in. “Wow, you look absolutely beautiful,” he said, his voice soft but sincere.
Sade’s smile was warm and genuine as she greeted him. “Thanks, Mr. Rossi. How’s everything going?” she asked, adjusting the tablet in her hand while balancing her briefcase and handbag.
“I can’t complain,” he
