Returning to work after Hong Kong felt strangely unreal.
Mostly because I was now facing a very serious problem.
I had a boyfriend.
Not just any boyfriend either.
Adrian Voss.
My terrifying billionaire CEO boss was somehow now my terrifying billionaire CEO boyfriend.
Which honestly sounded fake every single time I remembered it.
I stood in front of my mirror for the fifth time that morning looking deeply suspicious of myself.
Because unfortunately—
I looked good.
Very good.
Dangerously good.
And the worst part?
A tiny part of me knew exactly why I had put this much effort into my appearance today.
I narrowed my eyes at my reflection immediately.
“No.”
Silence.
“…Maybe a little.”
Because apparently Adrian liked my hair down.
Which meant Elena Cruz had spent entirely too m
