The Aftermath
333 Words
The next morning, Emma walked into the office determined to pretend last night never happened.
It was a solid plan—until she stepped off the elevator and spotted Adrian standing by her desk, flipping through a folder like he owned the place.
Her pulse skittered. “Is there something you need, Mr. Blackwood?”
He didn’t look up. “You’re late.”
“I’m five minutes early.”
He finally met her gaze, and damn it—his eyes were even darker today. “For someone with such a doting boyfriend, you’d think you’d be glowing this morning.”
Emma bit back a groan. “I’m not doing this with you.”
Adrian’s lips twitched. “No?” He took a step closer, his voice soft but dangerous. “I have to admit—I’m curious. What does a man like Owen do to keep you so… unsatisfied?”
Her breath caught. “That is wildly inappropriate.”
He smiled, slow and lethal. “And yet, you didn’t deny it.”
Emma clenched her fists, trying to hold onto her composure. “Why do you care?”
Adrian’s smirk faded. He stepped closer—too close—until the heat of his body brushed against hers. “I don’t share, Carter.”
Her stomach flipped. “Good thing there’s nothing for you to share.”
For a breathless moment, neither of them moved.
Then, just when she thought he might finally let it go, Adrian leaned down—his voice like velvet against her ear.
“Lies only work if you’re good at them,” he murmured. “And you, sweetheart? You’re terrible at lying to me.”
Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding as he straightened, his expression unreadable.
“Get me the Johnson report,” he said, turning on his heel. “I want it on my desk in an hour.”
And with that, he walked away—leaving Emma trembling in his wake.
She was so screwed.
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