Unspoken Tensions
Isabella’s POV
The next morning, I walked into Sinclair
Enterprises with a cup of coffee in one hand and a determined expression.
After last night, I had promised myself I wouldn’t overthink things.
Adrian was my boss.
That’s it.
Whatever concern I had for him was purely professional. Nothing more.
So why, the moment I stepped into his office, did my stomach flip when our eyes met?
He was already seated at his desk, dressed in a sharp black suit that did absolutely nothing to help my resolve. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way his gaze lingered on me that made my breath hitch.
“Good morning,” I greeted, setting his coffee down on the desk.
He nodded. “Morning.”
There was a beat of silence.
This was usually the part where we’d g
