When she couldn't answer, he pulled her onto his lap. It felt less like affection and more like a warning. "Don't do things like this again. If you have a problem, tell me directly. Understand?"
Caught red-handed in her first act of ruthlessness, she had nodded obediently.
He never brought it up again. But the label *vicious* had likely been stamped on her file in his mind.
A white rabbit was cute.
A rabbit that bit was a pest to be guarded against.
Especially one sleeping in his bed.
That night, Adrian didn't touch her.
Whether exhausted from work or simply uninterested, he fell asleep the moment the lights went out. Even when Sara had brought him a bathrobe earlier—stepping into the bathroom while he was damp and exposed—the air remained cold.
No "accidents."
No sparks.
Adrian wasn't a man ruled by lust. He valued quality over frequency. When work consumed him, going weeks without intimacy was common.
Ironclad self-control, both in the boardroom and the bedroom. Toward people he shouldn't love—like Sara—he wouldn't waver. At most, he would pay her off.
It saved time and effort.
But Eva was different. The fact that she dared to provoke Sara meant she knew she had leverage.