Chapter 53: When Control Breaks
ADRIEN’S POV
"Mr. Walton," she greeted, cool and composed.
I didn’t respond at first. My eyes followed the guy’s retreating back and then it dropped to the place he’d touched her. Her arm.
My voice came out flatter than I intended. "Who was that?"
She blinked. "A friend."
I finally looked at her.
She was tense, but standing firm. Meeting my eyes like she hadn’t just been cozying up to some smiling bastard in the street.
"A friend?" I repeated. "Do friends often show up unannounced to your office during work hours and take you out to lunch?"
She didn’t flinch. "You said I could go have lunch. So I did."
I noticed the way her jaw set. The challenge behind her calm tone. She was defensive.
Good. That made two of us.