Adrian’s POV
The office felt colder than usual, even with the late morning sun spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My laptop hummed quietly, documents open, deadlines looming. Yet my mind was elsewhere.
I kept replaying the last encounter, the kitchen. Nicole’s scent still lingered in my memory, the way her hand had brushed against mine, the soft warmth of her skin. I shook my head, trying to focus. Not here. Not now.
Ethan’s voice snapped me out of it. “Adrian, you’ve been staring at that report for ten minutes. Are you gonna read it or just memorize it by osmosis?”
I blinked, forcing a dry chuckle. “Yeah… I’ll get to it.”
Ethan leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “You’ve got to stop thinking about her like that,” he said, matter-of-factly. “She’s involved with your bro
