Adonis's POV
Rich chuckled as he glanced between us. "Okay... are we doing this now? The dramatic silent tension thing?"
I looked away from Maya just in time to hide the flush creeping up my neck. I'd been staring too long, and she hadn't even blinked. That had to mean something.
I kept my tone casual. "You're the one always going on about loyalty, Rich. I'm just trying to figure out what exactly it is you see in her."
Maya stiffened, and I hated the way my words sounded out loud—like she was a puzzle to be solved, not someone I couldn't stop thinking about.
Rich's easygoing smile faded a little. "Maybe it's not about what I see. Maybe it's about what you refuse to."
I shrugged, leaning back like I didn't care. "There are plenty of girls around here. Some even better looking. But it's like everyone's suddenly obsessed with Maya. You. Ariana. Half the household staff."
