The Maybach was silent, the partition between us and the driver pulled up to create a private, pressurized cabin. I smoothed the fabric of my skirt for the tenth time, the tension from the office still vibrating in my marrow.
Being alone with Adrian was…..almost terrifying in a way.
"Where are we going, Adrian?" I finally asked, breaking the quiet. "This isn't the way to the estate."
Adrian didn't look at me. He was staring out the window at the passing skyscrapers, his profile looking as if it had been struck from cold stone. "The board members want to meet you officially. After the gala, they need to see the 'happy, stable couple' in a controlled environment."
"A controlled environment," I repeated, stealing a glance at him. He looked untouchable, his jaw set in that hard line that usually meant he was calculating a dozen moves ahead. "Adrian, about Sebastian. He—"
"I do not want to talk about Sebastian," he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave.
