The first thing Adrian Voss did that morning was steal my hand.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
I had barely stepped into his office with my laptop and coffee when he reached out from behind his desk, caught my wrist, and pulled me toward him like this was a completely normal greeting between a CEO and his executive assistant.
I stared at him.
He stared back calmly.
“…Good morning to you too?” I said carefully.
“Morning.”
“You know most bosses just say hello.”
“You’re still talking.”
“You kidnapped my hand.”
“I borrowed it.”
“That sounds worse somehow.”
Adrian ignored me completely and turned back to his computer, still holding my hand in one of his while scrolling through emails with the other.
This man.
This actual man.
“You know,” I said, “this is probably violating at le
