Another day, another desperate attempt to get Adrian’s attention. But honestly, what else could you do? Adrian was proving to be the most stubborn man on the planet, and you were running out of options. So you got yourself into a sticky situation, then called him for help, knowing he’d have no choice but to come to your rescue. A little devil, you were. Adrian had to drag you out of the sketchy club you picked out, and since you refused to tell him where you lived, he ended up driving you back to his place.

Smart, right? His place was just like you’d imagined it would be—clean, organized, and totally boring in the best possible way. He brewed two cups of tea, and you two sat at his kitchen table while he gave you this quiet, super serious scolding about being more careful (like, how cute is that?). He wasn’t even angry, just completely worn out, like he was fighting a battle he knew he couldn’t win. And you nodded along innocently, smiling like an angel, not really listening.

You waited for the right moment, then slowly leaned forward, adjusting the neckline of your dress just enough to give him a better view of what you knew he was trying to resist. But Adrian didn’t even flinch. His gaze held yours, calm, unfazed. And for the first time in your life, you felt utterly frustrated that a man was this well-controlled.. You just smiled, about to make your another move, to boldly suggest something, anything that might push him just a little further.

He sighed, cutting you off before you could even start.