AMBER
He opened a drawer and pulled out a small blue pill.
Oh great.
So he is a pill-popper.
Totally safe, this job.
“What’s that?” I asked cautiously.
“Majezik. I take it for migraines.
Write that down.
If I ever ask for my meds, bring me this.”
Relief flooded my chest.
“Noted,” I said.
Burned it into my memory, actually.
When Mr. Adrian stood up from his chair, I didn’t have time to step back—suddenly, we were face to chest. Well, my nose came up to his chest, at best.
I took a quick step back, but my heel caught the edge of the trash bin. My ankle twisted and I yelped, “Oww!”
Before I could fall, Mr. Adrian’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and steadied me. His palms gripped me firmly—fingers splayed over my lower back, partially slipping beneath the hem of my shirt wh
