The Boss's Favourite 1
[ADRIAN]
“Adrian.”
The way Damian Steele said my name always did something to me—sharp, controlled. Like a man on the edge of breaking, but too stubborn to let it show.
I looked up from my desk and saw him standing there in his perfectly tailored suit, hands tucked into his pockets, his jaw tight. His grey eyes were locked on me like I was his biggest problem. Maybe I was.
“Yes, sir?” I asked, leaning back in my chair with a lazy grin.
His brows furrowed. “Did you even read the report before sending it out? Or do you just enjoy wasting my time?”
I bit my lip, deliberately slow. “Maybe I just like it when you’re mad at me.”
His nostrils flared, and for a second I thought he was going to lose it right there. God, I wanted him to. Damian had this controlled ene
