6
Adrian
Vanessa was laughing. That sweet, low, flirtatious and utterly unprofessional smile raked down my spine like nails as I watched from across the room as she leaned in toward Grant Wallace, the lo don investor we were courting. Her fingers brushed his forearm like it was an accidental thing and she tilted her head the way she always did when she was about to get what she wanted.
Except it wasn’t her husband she was trying to charm, and it sure as hell wasn’t me.
I took a sip of my drink— scotch, neat— and tasted nothing but heat.
“Charming girl,” Grant said when I finally joined them, his eyes lingering on Vanessa’s mouth.
Vanessa smiled politely, the edges of her lips curling just slightly tighter when I placed my hand on her lower back protectively but keeping it subtle and
