Alicia’s POV
“Adrian…” I breathe as I stare up at him.
He looks beyond handsome in a black three-piece with his messy hair gelled back softly to keep the waves from falling into his eyes. His beard is now a light five o’clock shadow and his scent is driving me insane. He looks like a whole-a** meal.
A smirk graces his lips when he sees my eyes racking up and down his body. I’m not even trying to be discreet about me checking him out. It’s hard not to when he looks this good and is here after telling me for a week straight that he refused to see me.
I wonder what made him change his mind.
“Is this seat taken?” Adrian repeats the question and points at the seat beside me, the one on the edge of the aisle.
I look around for Michelle because it’s technically meant to be her seat, but Adrian chuckles softly. “Michelle said she’ll stand at the back and watch.”
A small smile graces my lips and nod. “Go ahead.”
