ADRIAN
Annabel walked in like she was bringing news of a hurricane. “Dr. Herman is here,” she said, practically whispering.
I barely nodded, my eyes still on Amber, who was dusting off her perfectly clean skirt—probably just an excuse to do something with those delicate hands. Sweet, tempting, and far too distracting. I needed to get a grip.
When Herman walked in, only then did I manage to pull my eyes off her.
I had warned him yesterday about this meeting—supposedly we were going to assess Lucas’s friend together. That was the plan. But the second I laid eyes on Amber, it wasn’t even a debate. She didn’t just fit the bet—she owned it.
Herman raised his brow, took one look at her, then smirked like the jackass he was and nodded toward Amber. “New assistant?”
Amber casually walked ove
