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I tried to steady my breathing, still tasting myself on Adrian’s lips as he kissed me deeply, my body still buzzing from what had just happened in the elevator. I smoothed down my skirt as best I could, trying to regain some composure, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed me.
“Follow me,” Adrian murmured, his hand brushing mine lightly as we stepped out of the elevator. I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. The thought of walking behind him, the taste of me still lingering on his lips, made me ache all over.
When the doors slid open, dozens of people were waiting. Dozens of eyes. I froze. But the moment they saw Adrian, their anger and impatience melted. They bowed, whispering and straightening under his glare. He didn’t even glance at me. I felt small, exposed, completely aware of h
