Damian
The boardroom had been a battlefield of egos and numbers all day. I closed the final deal with a curt nod, watching the executives file out, but my thoughts were already drifting somewhere they had no business going. To her. The woman whose voice had started cracking through my carefully constructed walls.
Adrian was waiting in my office when I returned, sprawled in my chair like he paid the rent on the building.
“You’re late,” I said dryly.
“And you’re glowing. Or as close as you get to glowing.” He leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Spill it, Damian. You called her again, didn’t you? The hotline girl. I can see it all over your face — less ice king, more… mildly thawed.”
I loosened my tie and dropped into the guest chair. “You’re imagining things.”
“Bullshit. You
