Adrian
I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin as I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lennon's voice droned in the background about a new franchise we were in talks to acquire, but despite that being something of interest, my mind was miles away.
Ara's effortless display of clumsiness this morning kept looping in my head. I'd tried to shake off the image of her small frame colliding into me, the startled look on her face, the way her cheeks flushed pink. But the memory had rooted itself unyielding, circling back no matter how many times I tried to shove it aside.
And each time it did, I caught myself smirking like a fool.
She was cute — and at the moment, a damn distraction. An unshakable one. I wasn't the type to linger, especially not on someone as stubborn a
