Chapter 85: Adrian

The ringing of my alarm was drowned out by the gentle patter of the Seattle rain on the expansive penthouse windows. I didn’t need an alarm, really. Discipline had always been my middle name. As I peeled the 800-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets off my body, I marveled at how deep a slumber I’d just come out from. Guess you could chalk that up to last night’s... distractions. After a bit of light stretching, I trodded to the bathroom and began my routine. 

Yet, as I did, my thoughts weren't on my obsessive morning rituals or how I'd perfected them over the years. No, my thoughts drifted to Emily and the unexpected proposal I'd just sprung on her. And then there was that fantasy, the unbidden image of her under me, the heat, the passion, the fire that threatened to consume us both.