Chapter 9 : Forbidden Thoughts
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Elena sat curled up on the couch in her small apartment, the glow of a table lamp casting warm light across the room. Daniel sat beside her, his arm draped comfortably around her shoulders as they watched a movie on the TV.
It should have been a perfect evening. Daniel’s warmth, the faint smell of popcorn in the air, the quiet safety of home.
But her mind wasn’t here.
Not really.
Every time she tried to focus on the screen, her thoughts betrayed her sliding back to the office, to the man whose presence lingered like a shadow. Adrian Blackwell.
She could still feel the ghost of his breath against her lips, the weight of his stare, the heat that had wrapped around her entire body in that near-kiss. It haunted her, vivid and consuming, making her chest tighten and her skin prickle with memory.
“Elena?” Daniel’s gentle voice pulled her back.
She blinked and turned toward him, startled. His soft brown eyes studied her, concern flickering there.
“You’ve been quiet all night,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Something wrong?”
Her throat constricted. The urge to confess surged Daniel, I almost kissed another man. But the words stuck like a lump of guilt she couldn’t swallow.
“No,” she whispered, forcing a small smile. “Just tired from work.”
Daniel kissed her forehead tenderly. “You’ve been working too much. I don’t like seeing you so exhausted.”
Guilt burned deeper. She should have felt safe in his arms, but instead, a part of her felt trapped. Not by Daniel, never by him—he was good, steady, kind. But by her own betrayal, by the forbidden thoughts that wouldn’t leave her alone.
Her eyes drifted unconsciously, as though searching for something missing. But what she was searching for wasn’t here—it was back at Blackwell Enterprises, cloaked in a tailored suit and danger.
Daniel pressed a kiss against her temple, pulling her closer. She let him, closing her eyes, trying to force herself to feel what she was supposed to.
But behind her eyelids, she didn’t see Daniel. She saw Adrian.
She saw his gray eyes, sharp and consuming. She heard his deep voice murmuring her name. She felt his body closing in, heat and power and restraint, as if he could break her with one touch or set her on fire.
A shiver ran down her spine.
“Elena?” Daniel pulled back, frowning slightly. “You’re trembling.”
Her heart lurched. She forced a laugh, though it sounded thin and shaky. “It’s nothing. Just cold.”
Daniel tightened the blanket around her shoulders, concern etched on his face. “You should take a break from work. I hate that company sometimes. It’s like they’re stealing you away from me.”
His words struck deeper than he knew. Because he wasn’t entirely wrong. Something was stealing her away. Not the company. Not the hours. But the man who ruled them both.
Later that night, when Daniel had fallen asleep beside her, Elena lay awake staring at the ceiling. The soft rhythm of his breathing should have been comforting. Instead, her mind betrayed her again.
Her hand brushed unconsciously over her lips, remembering how close Adrian’s had been.
What would it have felt like if she hadn’t pulled away? If she had let herself fall?
The thought made her stomach twist, half with guilt, half with a hunger she was too ashamed to name.
She rolled onto her side, facing away from Daniel, pressing her face into the pillow. But even in the darkness, even in the safety of her own bed, she couldn’t escape the pull of him.
Adrian Blackwell.
Her boss. Her danger. Her forbidden temptation.
And worst of all her desire.
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