Adriel stepped away, bumping against the edge of his desk. "Hold on! This is a misunderstanding."
"Your father told me you'd say that," she murmured, stepping closer. "That you'd play hard to get."
Before he could move further away, her hands gripped his shoulders, and her lips pressed against his.
Adriel froze for a second, stunned. The pressure of her mouth on his was unbearable, like a weight he couldn't shove off fast enough.
He yanked his head back, shoving her away disgracefully. "What the fuck!"
The woman staggered slightly, her smile turning bewildered.
"What the...?" she repeated but stopped before the third word, looking like she had just witnessed a cockroach skittering across the marble floor of a million dollar mansion.
Adriel's chest heaved as he tried to wrap his head around the reality. He ran his hands through his hair to regain his composure. "What did my father tell you exactly?"
