CORINNE
It was barely the start of a new week, and somehow Lucian f*****g Delacroix had already managed to get under my skin again. I hated that I was even thinking about it, but there was no ignoring the way he kept looking at me.
He’d looked at me this morning with something close to dark delight, if that was even a thing. Like he knew something I didn’t and was enjoying every second of it. Now his gaze felt different. It looks like he was trying to peel me apart with his eyes.
Which made zero sense.
I know for a fact that man does not know me. If he did, he wouldn’t be standing there silently brooding. He would’ve already pounced on the opportunity to be petty, confrontational, or downright annoying.
So why exactly was he staring at me like I’d walked off with a controlling share
