I wore the orange sleeveless top Daniel suggested
And Loose black jeans.
My Hair down around my shoulders instead of tied back professionally.
A strange look crossed his face briefly.
Something quieter.
Warmer.
And suddenly I became very aware of my entire existence.
“So…” I said carefully, “this feels illegal.”
One brow lifted slightly.
“What does?”
“You looking like that.”
A pause.
“Like what?”
“Like some rich mysterious guy in a Netflix romance that emotionally ruins women for six business months.”
Adrian laughed.
Actually laughed.
Not the quiet amused exhale.
A real laugh.
Warm enough to immediately destroy my remaining self-respect.
I've heard laugh a couple of times and everytime I'm stunned.
“Oh no,” I muttered weakly. “Now you’re laughing attractively too.”
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