Adrian cocked a brow at me. I forced a smile and put the phone down, ending the call.
“Hi,” I said, sitting upright.
He wore a navy-blue two-piece suit with sharp creases, his hair was perfectly styled at the front, and he looked like a modern-day prince. As usual, he had on his rings and chain necklace that contrasted with his suit and dress shirt.
“Were you just talking about me?” he asked jokingly.
“No,” I denied. My phoned chimed with numerous texts from Vina. I pushed the phone under my pillow with a tight smile.
He walked in. His eyes moved to my feet. “How is it?”
“Getting better, I guess,” I sighed.
“Did you have a good sleep?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Splendid.”
Good for him. It had taken me forever before I could get any sleep.
“Thanks for last night; it was nice to have someone to talk to.”
“It’s fine,” he said with a soft smile, indenting his dimples.
“Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I asked.
“Tristan said he’s too tired to drive, and since Morris has to be here for you, I’m his only choice.”
“Or his lazy ass could get an Uber,” I said.
“Nice idea. I’ll tell him.”
“I love your suit,” I admitted, unable to hide the truth.
He had a unique style, and I would pay to see his wardrobe.
“Really? Now, I’m never taking it off,” he said.
“Oh, please.” I laughed.
“I will take you down. Tristan is still not well.”
“Liar, but this is the last time you’re helping him.” I didn’t even want to be close to Tristan after our conversation last night.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a bow.
“I might ruin your beautiful suit.” I frowned.
“It’s okay. I always carry an extra set with me.”
“Oh.”
He gathered me in his arms like I weighed nothing, and we left the room.
“Your cologne is addictive. Is it weird for a female to use men’s perfume?” I asked.
“Thanks, and no, I find it sexy. It’s like wearing his shirt.”