Adrian

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, one hand braced on the frame, the other sliding the last button of her blouse into place.

I was supposed to be reviewing my notes for the meeting — strategies, points of attack, exactly how to bait Daniel without giving him ammunition. Instead, I was watching the slow, careful way her fingers moved, how the silk hugged her waist before disappearing into the waistband of her skirt.

“You’re staring,” she said without looking at me, her ...