Coffee and Consequences
I stormed out of Adrian’s office, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, the sound echoing my irritation. Every step fueled the fire inside me. Good girl? Who the hell did he think he was?
I knew exactly who he was—Adrian Sinclair. Billionaire CEO. Ruthless businessman. Smug, infuriating control freak who got off on making my life miserable.
And now, thanks to my outburst, I was his personal coffee-fetching assistant.
I could still hear the deep amusement in his voice when he said it. "Since you have so much energy to end the call on me, you can use it to bring my coffee every morning. 7:30 AM sharp."
I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to almost draw blood.
Fine. He wanted coffee?
I’d bring him coffee.
But that didn’t mean I had to make
