Nara"Hello, stalker," a voice says, from upstairs. I turn and see Adrian walking down the stairs. His hair is disheveled, and his pink lips are slightly ajar, making them alluring. He's a good-looking man, I think, sucking in a breath through my lungs. "Done gawking, little princess?" he smirks, standing too close to me and letting his scent envelop me. The two wolves at the bar burst out, and I growl at them."What do you want?" Adrian asks, his gaze runs over me, and stops on my cleavage. I'm wearing a sharp, tailored black blazer, a silk blouse with the top buttons left undone, and a black short skirt. It's hot today. I feel heat crawl up my neck and into my face. Adrian smells of strong whiskey, mixed with mint. "You didn't come all this way just to stare, or would you?" he knits his eyebrow in mock surprise. I grab the folder I put on the table and shove it in his chest. He frowns, flipping over the pages. His gaze hardens, and then he glowers
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