CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ADRIAN’S POV
I still could not believe I had asked Lara out. Not indirectly. Not professionally.
Actually asked her out.
The realization had followed me the entire evening like an irritating shadow. Because i did not do dates. I barely tolerated people for longer than necessary.
Yet somehow, I found myself waiting impatiently for Lara outside the restaurant earlier tonight.
And the worst part?
The moment i stepped out of the car—every coherent thought in my head disappeared. She looked breathtaking.
That fitted dark emerald dress hugged her body perfectly without trying too hard. Elegant. Sophisticated. Dangerous.
The soft material clung to her waist before falling smoothly around her legs, and when she walked toward me in black heels with her curled hair rest
