Dinner after work with Adrian had become very normal.
And honestly?
That alone felt insane.
Because less than a year ago, the idea of casually eating steak across from Adrian Voss without feeling like I was about to get fired would’ve sounded medically impossible.
But now?
Now he was sitting across from me in a quiet upscale restaurant still wearing his work clothes, sleeves rolled slightly past his wrists while reading through financial reports on his tablet between bites of food.
Like a terrifyingly attractive corporate vampire.
I stabbed a piece of steak slowly while watching him.
“How are you working during dinner?”
Without looking up, Adrian answered calmly.
“How are you watching me instead of eating?”
“I asked first.”
“And I ignored it first.”
I narrowed my eyes immediat
