Chapter 10: A Slow Seduction
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The kiss had been a mistake. At least, that’s what Mira told herself.
But Adrian? He wasn’t letting her run this time.
The next morning, she arrived at the studio early, determined to focus on her painting and nothing else. She needed space. Clarity. A reset.
But the moment she picked up her brush, she heard the sound of footsteps.
Adrian walked in—hands in his pockets, wearing that infuriatingly confident expression that made her stomach tighten.
Mira ignored him. Or at least, she tried.
Adrian strolled over, his gaze fixed on her canvas. “You never told me who taught you to paint.”
She hesitated before answering, her brush moving in slow, steady strokes. “My grandmother.”
He leaned against the table beside her, watching her closely. “She must have been amazing.”
“She was.”
A comfortable silence stretched between them, filled with something unspoken—something Mira wasn’t sure she was ready to acknowledge.
Then, out of nowhere, Adrian picked up a paintbrush.
Mira turned, startled. “What are you doing?”
His lips curved into a slow smirk. “Helping.”
Before she could protest, he dipped the brush into a deep blue shade and dragged it lightly across her cheek—a teasing, deliberate stroke of color.
Mira gasped. “Adrian!”
He chuckled, his amusement evident. But there was something else in his gaze—something dark, playful, and impossibly enticing.
Without thinking, she grabbed a paintbrush and swiped a streak of blue across his pristine white shirt.
He froze.
Mira bit her lip, barely holding back laughter. “Oops.”
Adrian’s expression darkened, though the amusement in his eyes remained.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured, reaching for a bottle of red paint.
“Adrian, don’t—”
Too late. A drop of red paint landed squarely on the tip of her nose.
She gasped, staring at him in disbelief. “You—”
His smirk deepened. “Revenge, sweetheart.”
Mira lunged at him, aiming to swipe another streak of paint across his face, but Adrian was faster. He caught her wrists, pulling her forward with just enough force to throw her off balance.
Suddenly, she was too close.
Her laughter died. So did his smirk.
Their faces were inches apart, his grip loosening just enough to let his fingers graze her wrist. The heat between them was undeniable, thick and suffocating.
Adrian’s eyes locked onto hers, something unreadable swirling in their depths.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice rough and low.
Mira’s pulse pounded. Every logical thought screamed at her to pull away, to put an end to whatever was happening between them.
But she didn’t move.
Because deep down, she didn’t want to.
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