Flight

Christine had no idea how long she'd been lying on the carpet.

The multiple waves of climax had left her completely drained. Even more exhausting was her mental strain - shame, fear, guilt... All these emotions mixed together, consuming her consciousness.

Until she heard the bathroom door open and Adrian walked out. This time, he had not only freshened up but had changed into a new outfit, even carrying a briefcase.

He wore a long black cashmere coat over a black turtleneck sweater. The perfect tailoring complemented his broad shoulders and long legs, making him look like he'd stepped out of a fashion magazine.

He ignored her completely, walking straight to his desk. His hair was freshly styled, slicked back without a single strand out of place. Those graphite-gray eyes were cold and calm, as if the fierce invasion moments ago had never existed.

He pressed the intercom button, his deep voice filling the office: "James, come in in two minutes."