Adrian's heart was hammering against his ribs, not from the pain of his injuries, but from the unbearable pressure of Alexander's gaze and touch. The subtle, probing questions felt far more invasive than Chloe's attack.
The phrase "I need a holy cleansing" flashed through his mind again, quickly followed by the thought: This is a trap. He's testing me.
He couldn't lie about a girlfriend he didn't have, but he couldn't admit to a lack of experience either, as that would fuel Alexander's already intense scrutiny. He had to be evasive and professional, turning the subject back to the business—or rather, the lack of business—of his situation.
"Mr. Devereux," Adrian whispered, his voice shaking slightly, but he forced his eyes to hold firm. "That is an entirely personal line of inquiry and is irrelevant to my current employment, or to the injuries I sustained in your office just now."
