Seraphina's POV
I stopped and looked back over my shoulder, wondering if I'd heard him correctly.
"What?"
"Let's have lunch," Adrian repeated, like he'd just suggested the most normal thing in the world.
I blinked at him. Had he bumped into something on the way up here? Since when did we go from "I hate you and wish you were gone" to "let's have a meal together like civilized humans"?
This didn't make sense.
I turned around completely, eyeing him with deep suspicion. "Are you okay?"
"Absolutely."
"Really? Because two minutes ago you were busy reminding me how much you despise my existence, and now you want to share a meal? That's..." I squinted at him. "That's concerning."
He didn't answer and just walked toward me with that unreadable expression. Before I could process what was happening, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward his desk. Then he was guiding me down into his chair, and not just any chair.
His chair. The big leather CEO throne chair.