Lana POV
I dropped a sugar cube into the freshly brewed coffee and gave it a light stir, watching the swirl dissolve in the dark liquid. I could feel his eyes on me—even without looking.
“What?” I asked, finally turning. And I was right. Artemis was openly watching my ass, leaning back in his chair with both hands laced behind his head, looking far too relaxed for the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company.
That lazy smile never left his face as I walked toward his desk. My hands trembled slightly, and I nearly spilled the cup. Why did he have to stare at me like that?
“I wonder why I never thought of this before,” he murmured for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.
I said nothing, only placed the cup in front of him.
“What do you mean?” I asked cautiously, narrowing my eye
