In love with the enemy
a low deep voice murmured, close enough that the warmth of his breath brushed the nape of her neck.
"You look like you want to kill everyone in this room."
Celine's pulse spiked, but she didn't drop the tray. Instead, she turned slowly, deliberately, forcing her expression into one of polite neutrality. And there he was.
Adrian Kane.
He stood inches away, towering over her in a black suit that brought out the sharp lines of his shoulders and the sharp set of his jaw. His dark hair was perfectly styled, a few strands falling across his forehead, and his eyes piercing gray, like storm clouds trapping lightning locked onto hers with an intensity that made the air between them thicken.