Adrian made reservations at a restaurant Maya would never have chosen for herself, the kind of place where menus did not list prices and waiters moved like dancers. She changed into the one dress she had brought that was not strictly professional, a simple black number that felt inadequate the moment she put it on. Her hands shook slightly as she applied lipstick she rarely wore, her reflection looking back at her with questions she refused to answer. This was just dinner between colleagues, she told herself. Celebration of a successful negotiation. Nothing more.Adrian knocked on the adjoining door at seven exactly, punctual in a way that made Maya smile. She opened it to find him in dark slacks and a crisp white shirt, no tie, looking more relaxed than she had ever seen him. His eyes traveled over her slowly, appreciation written clearly across his face before he caught himself. He told her she looked beautiful and Maya thanke
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