Adrien's pov
For a second, she just stands there, watching me, like she’s trying to read my mind, trying to see past the facade I’ve built. My eyes are still fixed on the paperwork in front of me, though I haven’t read a single word since she stepped into the room. I can’t look at her. I won’t.
Instinct.
That’s what I told her. I’d said it like it was the most logical thing in the world. Just a reflex, nothing more. But the minute the word left my mouth, I knew it was a lie. A convenient excuse to hide behind, something to keep her at arm’s length.
Her scent—the soft lavender of her perfume—still lingers in the air. I let my gaze flicker upward for just a moment as I nodded.I couldn't trust my voice at that moment. Her hazel eyes, bright and searching, hold mine longer than I intend. Her blonde hair falls just right over her shoulder, framing her face, those few freckles scattered lightly across her skin.
Small details, insignificant—except they’re not. Not to me.
“Of course,” she says, her voice cool, like she’s accepting my explanation.
But I know better. She’s not convinced, and neither am I.She turns to leave, her footsteps slow and deliberate as if she’s giving me a chance to stop her. I don’t. I can’t. The door clicks shut behind her, and it’s only then I allow myself to exhale.
My heart is still racing, and when I glance down, I notice my palm is sweaty—like it had been in the elevator. I remember how I’d reached for her without thinking, steadying her when the lights flickered and the elevator jolted. My body had acted on its own, like some primal instinct.
I didn’t let go right away either. Her waist had felt fragile under my grip, her body so close to mine. I’d told myself it was nothing, but the truth is, my heart had been pounding the entire time. I remember the way she looked up at me, the flicker of surprise and something else in her eyes.
And I left her there. I’d walked out of the elevator, leaving her stunned, and pretended like nothing had happened.But something had happened.I sit down, dropping the reports I was holding, trying to shake the memory. It doesn’t matter. I’m her boss, and that’s all that should matter.
I need to focus, need to ground myself in the familiar rhythm of work, but I can still feel her waist beneath my fingers, the warmth of her body against mine. My palm tingles with the memory, and it’s maddening.I push aside the reports, flipping through them aimlessly. They don’t help. Nothing does.
Her presence still clings to the room, and my thoughts keep circling back to her, to the way she looked when I said ‘instinct.’ I’d been watching her face closely, searching for any sign that she’d bought my lie. But I saw it—the flicker of disbelief, the tightening of her lips, the way her eyes dimmed slightly like I’d said something she already knew.
She knew it wasn’t just instinct.I lean back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. Why does she do this to me? I’ve been in control my entire life, able to compartmentalize everything. And yet, she walks into my office, and I can’t think straight.
I close my eyes, trying to push her out of my mind. But instead of forgetting her, the details sharpen—her hazel eyes, the blonde strands of hair that slipped over her cheek, the freckles.
Damn those freckles.
The few that dust her skin so faintly, they’re barely there, but I can’t stop thinking about them.
“Freckles,” I mutter under my breath, clenching my jaw.
I curse myself as the word hangs in the air. Why the hell am I thinking about freckles? About her lips, her scent, everything about her?I stand abruptly, pacing the room, trying to shake the feeling, but my heart is still racing. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let her distract me like this. She’s an intern. Nothing more.
But even as I stand there, staring out the window, the city stretching below me, all I can think about is her. The way she looked at me in the elevator, the way her body fit so naturally against mine, like some piece I didn’t know I’d been missing. And it terrifies me.
I press my hand against the glass, the cool surface grounding me for a moment. But no matter how hard I try to brush off the feeling, her scent, her freckles, her eyes—they cling to me, refusing to let go.
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