Adrienne pushed open the door to Lorenzo’s office and crossed the room before dropping onto the leather sofa with a soft thump. She stared up at the cream-colored ceiling, tracing invisible cracks that weren’t really there, letting her thoughts drift wherever they pleased.
She didn’t even notice Lorenzo return at first.
He came in carrying a paper bag and a neatly packed tray of Japanese sushi, setting it down on the coffee table with practiced care. The scent reached her a second later. She shifted slightly but didn’t move from her spot.
He loosened his tie, then leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough to make her eyes flutter shut.
“Do you want anything else?” he asked softly.
She shook her head and scooted down until her head rested against his thigh
