Tuesday morning arrived with a cruel, sudden brightness.Ava woke up and the first thing she felt wasn't the softness of her sheets or the lingering haze of sleep. It was the memory of Adrian Blackwood. Specifically, the way his voice had sounded in the office yesterday evening- that deep, authoritative rasp that seemed to vibrate right through her skin.She stared at the ceiling, her chest tightening. Then she yanked the blanket over her head, trying to smother the thought.“No.”Two days. She had known the man for forty-eight hours, and he had already managed to own her subconscious. It was ridiculous and yet it seemed completely out of her control.Especially after the way he had looked at her last night, like she was a puzzle he wasn’t supposed to solve, yet he couldn't stop trying.She groaned into the fabric, the scent of her own laundry doing nothing to erase the phantom smell of his expensive cologne.“Get a grip, Ava.”> By 7:50, Ava was already steppin
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