17

Adrianne met me outside Mr Stone’s building at 3pm. She looked up in awe at the structure.

“Wow,” she said simply.

I sighed. “Yep.”

We made our way up to his apartment, and I braced myself as we rang the bell. He appeared a few moments later. I buckled a little as I took in his appearance. His hair had been perfectly styled away from his face, allowing his light stubble to highlight his angular jawline. A deep blue shirt clung tightly to his body. His top buttons were undone. Something that he didn’t do at the office. Dark trousers, equally as tight as his shirt, left little to the imagination. When I realised my eyes had travelled down way to far, I blushed and looked away.

“Afternoon ladies, please come in.”

He stood aside and allowed us to enter. As I passed him, the smell of a new cologne caught my attention. Was he making this much effort for me?

He directed us towards a door. “If yo