Lina's POV
This man's definition of "not overdoing it" just meant stopping before sunrise.
Barely before sunrise.
I regretted everything.
When I dragged myself out of bed that morning, dark circles under my eyes, Adrian appeared in my doorway carrying a breakfast tray. "Called in sick for you."
"What?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Adrian, I have an important design deadline this week!"
"Talked to your boss. She said it's fine." That smug, satisfied smile on his face made my blood boil.
This man. He was seriously asking for it.
He actually made me eat breakfast in bed, hovering over me like I was some invalid.
"Wait, what exactly did you tell Katrina?" My mind raced. Katrina was strictly professional. There's no way she'd let Adrian mess around with her employ
