Chapter 16
They kissed like they had all the time in the world.
Heat crawled up my skin, but not from jealousy. No, it wasn’t that. It was the cruel, deliberate message behind the display. He wanted me to see this. To put me in my place.
I clenched my fingers around the tray of coffee I held, willing my emotions to remain steady. I was Ivy Carter, his assistant, nothing more. If he thought he could shake me, he was wrong.
With practiced ease, I schooled my features into an indifferent mask and took a deliberate step forward.
"Your coffee, Mr. Blackwell." My voice was even, professional, as though the scene in front of me meant nothing.
Adrian’s lips left the woman’s.... his expression unreadable, but his eyes briefly flickered with something I couldn’t name. He adjusted his tie, comp
