Adrian sat in his office in the city, staring at the amber liquid in his glass. He wasn’t one to drink in the office, but here he was trying to drown out his thoughts.
His office was a blend of old-world and modern sophistication. It had dark mahogany Italian furniture and marble flooring. The walls were lined with leatherbound books and rare artifacts. Seated at the grand desk at the center of the office, he exuded authority.
The room was well-lit with the scent of expensive whiskey and polished wood filling. He had work to do, reports to go through, and deals to finalize, but his mind was somewhere else.
Or rather, on someone else.
Rhea.
His fingers tightened around the glass as memories of last night played in his head. He remembered the warmth of her skin beneath his, the way she
