Graduation (Kingmakers, #5)

by Sophie Lark

“Not the best view,” Adrik acknowledges. “I’m not here for scenery.” I set my suitcase down in the corner, turning to face Adrik. “Then what are you here for?” he says, running a hand through his hair in a way that looks like it will smooth it, but really makes it stick up in more directions than ever. “Why don’t you tell me? On our first date, you said you wanted to recruit me. What did you imagine I would do here? Where do I fit in with everyone else?” Adrik shrugs, his heavy shoulders lifting and falling with almost audible weight. “I told you Sabrina—I don’t plan to be your boss. I want you to run free. We’ll see what you come up with.” A light heat spreads through my chest, and I let him see my smile. I worried that once I was here, he’d revert to some misogynistic Bratva and start barking orders at me. But it seems he really does intend to keep his word. “Will you take me out tonight?” I ask. “Show me the city?” “Of course.” Adrik gestures to the room. “Does this suit you? Would you prefer your own space?” I consider. I might like my own space, but I also know I’ll be pulled into this bed every night like a magnet. “This is good for now.” Adrik smiles. “That wasn’t a real offer. I didn’t fly you across the world to be roommates.”