Josie POV
I pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
Adrian’s study was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn, making the large space feel kinda intimidating. He sat behind a massive mahogany desk like a king on his throne, one hand holding a glass of whiskey while the other rested on the arm of his chair. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing those strong, scarred forearms I had seen under the shower.
The moment I entered, his dark eyes locked on me and didn’t let go. For some reason my heart felt heavy and my palms became sweaty instantly.
This man carried a different kind of power, the kind that made the air feel intense. I remembered how I had hidden in his wardrobe and watched him shower, how his muscles moved under the water, how huge his c**k looked when it was hard
