Falling for the Goddess

It... It Looks Nice...

For the next ten minutes, Sara Hart lay in bed, utterly mortified, contemplating the feasibility of moving to another planet to escape her embarrassment. Finally, she remembered to confront the culprit behind her ordeal.

She grabbed her phone and opened Ella Duvall's chat: "Ella!!!"

Ella replied almost instantly: "What's wrong, babe? Did you get the package?"

Just the mention of it made Sara squirm. She typed back: "Why would you send me something like that? I nearly died of embarrassment!"

Ella: "It's to help spice up your marriage! Trust me, with my taste, Adrian won't be able to resist you."

Sara was speechless.

She wasn't sure if Adrian would "lose control," but she was already losing her sanity.

Ella: "You should try it tonight! I saw the pictures, and it's seriously sexy."
"By the way, my mom made me come home for dinner today. Guess what? Turns out it's a setup for a blind date! I'm sitting on the couch with the guy right now, and it's awkward as hell."
"Ridiculous."

Sara was momentarily distracted: "A blind date? How's the guy?"

Ella glanced at the man across from her, dressed in a proper suit and looking presentable, but his gaze felt unsettling.

He had been trying to initiate conversations, but Ella's disinterest was palpable. After a few half-hearted replies, she gave up and focused on her phone.

Sitting on her bed, Sara listened to Ella's gripes about her blind date. The whole embarrassing clothing ordeal was pushed to the back of her mind for a moment.

Adrian Blake opened the bedroom door to find Sara sprawled across the bed, propped up on her elbows, holding her phone with her legs playfully swinging.

He paused, momentarily questioning if he was seeing things.

Hearing the door, Sara turned her head and froze, hastily sitting upright.

"You..." she stammered, looking like a child caught doing something mischievous.

Adrian's eyes glinted with amusement. Without a word, he walked into the walk-in closet to grab his pajamas.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said on his way out.

Sara blinked, still sitting stiffly. She glanced down at her phone, noticing Ella's yet-to-be-replied message, then grabbed her pajamas and headed to the bathroom.

When Adrian returned, Sara was still in the shower. He dried his hair, sat on the bed, and noticed her phone lighting up on the bedside table.

The screen displayed a new message:
"Babe, don't forget to try it tonight. Guaranteed to please Adrian."

Adrian arched an eyebrow but said nothing, merely shutting off the screen and picking up a book.

When Sara emerged, Adrian sat on the bed, immersed in his reading. She glanced at him, then climbed into bed, trying to make herself invisible.

She carefully picked up her phone, spotted Ella's message, and her face immediately turned crimson. She sneakily glanced at Adrian and quickly replied before locking the phone and placing it back on the bedside table.

Adrian paused mid-page, catching her furtive movements out of the corner of his eye.

Sara lay down but couldn't find a comfortable position. Her mind was a mess, and she kept fidgeting. Eventually, she found herself staring at Adrian.

He was leaning against the headboard, holding the book with one hand. His profile was calm and sharp under the soft light. From her angle, she could see his long lashes, delicate nose bridge, and the curve of his thin lips.

Her gaze wandered downward to his Adam's apple, which bobbed slightly as he read.

Suddenly, Adrian closed the book and turned his head, catching her in the act. His lips quirked in amusement as he asked, "Do you like what you see?"

Caught red-handed, Sara immediately averted her gaze, her lashes fluttering nervously. She clutched the blanket tightly, and after a long pause, whispered, "It... it looks nice..."

Adrian chuckled softly. Setting the book aside, he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her neck and sending shivers down her spine.

"It's my honor," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

He reached out to turn off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

Even in the pitch black, Sara's face burned hot. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, her heart racing wildly.

Adrian pulled her into his arms, his hand resting firmly around her waist. "Sleep," he said softly.

The next day, Monday afternoon, Charlie Scott had just finished reporting on work when Adrian stopped him before he could leave.

When Charlie Scott left the office, his calm demeanor was a façade. Inside, his mind was racing with curiosity and excitement.

Their boss wanted to buy a gift for a woman.

Charlie Scott desperately wanted to share this juicy tidbit with the entire office, certain the secretarial staff would uncover more details with their unmatched sleuthing skills.

But he didn't dare.

Instead, he carried this monumental secret alone to the mall, tasked with finding the perfect gift.

When Adrian left work with a gift box in hand, Charlie Scott watched him, barely restraining the urge to follow and uncover the identity of the lucky recipient.

Adrian parked outside the university, waiting for Sara. He noticed a couple walking by, and the girl was complaining, "What kind of taste is this? So tacky!"

The boy kept apologizing, promising to do better next time.

Adrian's brows furrowed as he glanced at the gift box in his passenger seat, suddenly uncertain.

Not long after, Sara emerged, jogging with her laptop bag in hand toward the car. She opened the door and slid into the seat. "Sorry for the delay. I got caught up."

Adrian glanced at her flushed cheeks and said, "No rush. You don't have to run."

"Okay," she replied with a smile, fastening her seatbelt.

Adrian handed her the gift box.

"For me?" Sara asked, surprised.

"Mm."

She opened it to reveal a selection of earrings—pearls, jade, and delicate designs in a soft, elegant style.

"Why the sudden gift?" she asked, her eyes lighting up as she admired the earrings.

Adrian cleared his throat, looking ahead. "A client gave them to me. I didn't need them."

"Oh," Sara said softly, her smile widening.

It didn't matter why. What mattered was that he gave them to her.

As Adrian started the car, they hit some traffic. He glanced at her and said, "I have dinner tomorrow evening. I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

"No need," Sara said, cradling the box. "I can take a cab."

Adrian hesitated. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Of course. I've always managed before, haven't I?"

Adrian's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. Yes, she had always managed on her own before.