"What are you wearing?" Adam asked her with parched throat.
"My sportswear. This is what Lillian sent . A bunch of these in different colors." Stella replied pointing to her clothes.
Adam heaved out a long frustrated sigh. He was starting to pity himself. 'It's not going to be easy.'
"Co here. We will start with so warm ups so that your muscles won't hurt that much later on." He added.
Adam taught her so light exercises since it was her first day. He would raise the difficulty slowly, day by day. He just couldn't see her overexerting herself.
Adam had removed his shirt and was only wearing his sweatpants now. He had a habit of doing this while he exercised. He was having a hard ti controlling himself as his mind kept drifting to Stella. For him, her body was no less than a fine piece of art. Her delicate, snow white skin glowed under the dim. He tried to divert his attention by looking sowhere else. But it didn't help him out.
Two walls of the gym were fixed with mirrors. As soon as he shifted his eyes, they fell on the reflection of Stella's butt as she was trying to squat.
His gaze darkened as he saw her repeat it a few tis more. 'Another day, another cold shower.' He sighed inwardly.
"That's enough for today. You can go and freshen up. I will join you for breakfast. I need to exercise as well." Adam spoke up, stopping her in her tracks.
Adam made his way to the benching press. He thought that Stella would leave, but he was so wrong.
"I will just use the treadmill then, for a bit." She spoke up, making her way towards it.
Adam muttered a curse under his breath. "You will be the death of sweetheart." He murmured softly.
Stella put on her headphones and started the treadmill. She ran on it as so rock song was booming through her ears, oblivious to a pair darkened gray eyes, which kept looking in her direction.
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"Here's the file for today's eting." Stella ca inside the office with a blue file in her hand.
"Are you sure that you want to collaborate with them on this project?" She continued, as she made her way around his office desk. Her voice was laced with worry which ward Adam's heart.
Adam pulled her on his lap and made her settle on it comfortably.
"I couldn't find any flaws in the contract. Moreover, this project will be the biggest hit of the year. It will take our company to a new height of success. I can't turn them down." Adam replied as he cupped her face.
"Everything will be fine baby girl. You don't have to worry about it." Adam pressed a lingering kiss on her forehead. It was his way of reassuring her.
Stella nodded her head in response. "Hopefully everything will go well." She added, still lost in her own thoughts. She didn't know why, but she kept having a bad feeling about the project. Or maybe it wasn't the project but that person.
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Stella was waiting for the elevator to arrive. She had ca down to the lobby to pick up a parcel which ca for Adam. She was tapping her heel against the ash gray marbled floor, making light clicking sounds, her eyes set on the changing numbers in red which were showing next to the tallic gray doors.
"We et again Ms Stella." A deep magnetic voice broke her out of her stupor.
She turned around only to find a tall man with a good built, clad in a dark navy blue suit. His hands were tucked in the front pockets of his pants.
Because of the light coming from behind him, there was a shadow cast over his face, making it difficult for Stella to see his face.
Just as she was about to ask him about his identity, the man stepped closer to her.
Stella could feel her body stiffen up at the sight of who it was.
It was the one and only Taylor Williamson. He was looking like his usual handso self.
"Good morning." He greeted her, his lips curled up in his usual charming smile.
"G-Good morning." Stella replied ekly. She was looking everywhere but at him. The tapping of her foot had increased it's pace, her eyes locked on the changing numbers. 'Why is this elevator taking so much ti?'
"Shouldn't you be in the eting room?" He asked her with an amused expression in his face. He could tell that she was being nervous.
"I am just going there. I had to pick this up." She replied hastily, showing him the brown paper envelope that was in her hand.
The elevator door opened with a ping. Stella entered in and pressed 25.
"Thank God." She muttered under her breath but soon it converted to cursed as she saw him stepping inside as well.
"I am sorry, Mr Taylor, but this elevator is for employs only. You should take the one which is for our guests." She spoke up.
"It doesn't matter which elevator I take as long as it takes to my destination. Since we are going to the sa floor, so why not share one." He replied lazily as the elevator doors closed.
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