Lena’s POV
My hands shook as I smoothed my dress down. My hair was a mess, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I looked at the desk, the mahogany wood that had held me just moments ago, and I felt a wave of dizziness. My breath came in short, jagged gasps. What had I just done?
I had just betrayed Adrian in his own office, with his own father.
Richard stood a few feet away, adjusting his trousers with calm, steady hands. He looked completely at peace, as if we hadn't just done something that could ruin everything. He caught my eye and walked over, his expression unreadable. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering against my burning cheek.
"Don't look so shocked, Lena," he said, his voice smooth like velvet. "There is no need to feel ashamed.
