Sleepless Night

Richard Thompson tossed and turned in his bed, unable to shake off the vivid dreams that had haunted him all night. Dreams of Adrienne, with her piercing green eyes and raven-black hair.

He had tried to focus on work, to distract himself from the memories of their encounter the day before. But nothing seemed to work. His mind kept wandering back to her, wondering what she was doing, who she was with.

Finally, after hours of restlessness, Richard threw off the covers and got out of bed. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to see her.

He quickly dressed and made his way to the lobby, hoping to catch a glimpse of Adrienne. As he walked, he felt a sense of anticipation building up inside him. What would she be doing today? Would she be working at the front desk?

As he entered the lobby, Richard's eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. And then, he saw her. Adrienne was standing behind the front desk, chatting with a colleague. Richard's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, and he felt that same jolt of electricity he had felt the day before.

Adrienne's expression was neutral, but Richard could sense a flicker of surprise behind her eyes. She hadn't expected to see him so early.

Richard smiled to himself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He had caught her off guard. Now, all he had to do was find a way to keep her attention.

But then his attention shifted from her to her colleague. A tall, handsome man with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes was standing beside her, trying to show her a reservation as they worked together.

Richard's eyes narrowed as he watched him tried to get her attention towards what he was showing her . Who was he? And why did Richard feel a sudden pang of jealousy?

As he approached the front desk, Adrienne looked up again, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," Adrienne said finally, her voice smooth as silk. "How can I assist you today?"

Richard smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just enjoying the view, Adrienne," he said, his voice low and husky. "You look lovely today."

Adrienne's cheeks flushed, but she didn't bat an eyelash. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice dripping with politeness. "But I'm afraid I'm busy right now. Perhaps you could speak with my colleague, Andre?"

Richard's eyes flicked to the man standing beside Adrienne, and he felt that pang of jealousy again. Who was this Andre, and why was he standing so close to Adrienne?

"I'd rather speak with you, Adrienne," Richard said, his voice firm. "But I suppose I can wait. For now."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Adrienne to wonder what had just happened.