"You've already taken full advantage of me," Adrian's fingertips were warm as he gripped her hand, covering her ice-cold fingers. "If I said no, wouldn't I be the one losing out?"
The corners of his lips curled up, his eyes and brows relaxed; he looked to be in an exceptionally good mood.
Serena's tensed heart gradually softened. "You could always act like that famous military adviser—refuse me the first two times, and agree the third."
Adrian let out an "oh" as he sized up her expression, then drawled, "Wouldn't want to wear out our Lawyer Stanton."
The room was silent, and outside the window, the Harbour night lights shimmered, as if painted by a dream, feeling utterly unreal.
It was like that weightless roar of the plane engine echoed in her mind again, making Serena a bit dazed. She didn't speak, her eyes fixed at close range on the seductive beauty mark at his collarbone.
