The Lane family sat on the board of the magazine’s publisher, and she wanted Hawk to write her a letter of recommendation.
“Such ambition!” Hawk said with a slight smile.
“It’s nothing.
No problem.” He stood up, grabbed a pen and paper, dashed off the letter in a few minutes, and handed it to Adriana.
“Will this work?
If not, I’ll go home and have old Mr.
Lane write you one.” “This works, this works!” Adriana took the letter, beaming with delight.
She knew her limits.
For a small matter like this, having Hawk, the director’s son, write it was enough.
If she actually asked him to bring in old Mr.
Lane, it would show she didn’t know her place.
“Okay.” Hawk nodded.
“Goodbye, then.” He turned to walk Adriana out.
“Wait.” Adriana caught the hem of his shirt.
“What’s wrong?” Hawk asked, puzzled.
“Is there something else?” “I haven’t properly thanked you yet!” “Didn’t you already thank me?” “That was just me being polite.” Adriana tossed her long hair, her eyes full of sultry charm.
“The real thank-you hasn’t even started!
You solved something that’s been bothering me for so long.
How should I thank you?” *Just being polite?* Could this be the entertainment industry’s legendary polite hookup?
That was educational.
As for how Adriana planned to thank him…
Hawk thought for a moment, then said, “Then give me a proper thank-you!” Night fell.
Manhattan stayed brightly lit.
Neon lights flickered in the night, nothing short of enchanting.
Lights illuminated the entire city, traffic streamed endlessly, and thousands of lights flowed together into an endless fountain of radiance, weaving through the crowds, dazzlingly bright.
Truly the city that never sleeps.
And off the coast of New York, drawn by the tide, waves rolled across the shimmering water, crashing against the shore again and again.
…
The next day.
The fiery red sun rose from the horizon, casting brilliant golden light.
As time passed, golden light fell in dappled patches across Hawk’s face and hers.
And Adriana still showed no sign of waking up.
The torn Victoria’s Secret lingerie and black fishnet stockings on the bedroom floor said everything about how exhausted they were.
Hawk turned his head to look.
Adriana was still fast asleep.
A smooth, slender leg lay outside the blanket.
He smiled softly, slipped his hand under the covers, wrapped his arm around Adriana’s slim waist, buried his face in her hair, and took a deep breath, breathing in her captivating scent.
He couldn’t resist holding Adriana down and feeding her some “breakfast”…
After washing up.
“I should go.
I’ve been gone all night, and my family must be worried by now.” Adriana changed into the clothes she kept at Hawk’s place.
A black blazer with a deep V neckline, revealing the white shirt underneath and showing off her full figure.
Below it, a straight black skirt, black stockings, rounded hips, and long, perfectly proportioned legs, radiating sexy office allure.
A supermodel was a supermodel, a natural clothes horse.
Everything looked perfect on her.
Prada bag in hand, Adriana said goodbye to Hawk.
“Give me your phone.” Hawk’s tone left no room for refusal.
“Let’s swap numbers and stay in touch.” Adriana certainly wasn’t going to refuse.
For one thing, the Lane family stood at the very top of America’s elite.
If she could build a connection with them and maintain it, it would bring huge benefits to her and her family.
For another…
Standing at the foot of Steinway Tower, Adriana couldn’t help gently rubbing her flat stomach, blushing slightly as she muttered, “How is he that good?
It felt even wilder than getting high…” If she’d known Hawk had already finished twice before she did, she probably would have admired him even more!
By the time Adriana left, Hawk was already neatly dressed.
A perfectly tailored dark gray cashmere suit with a light blue shirt underneath, no tie, the top collar button casually undone, the whole look polished yet youthful.
Right now, he was Hawk Lane, one of the brightest stars in Columbia University’s economics department, known on Wall Street as the Eye of the Financial Storm.
The Columbia University campus was a place where old stone buildings stood alongside modern glass facades, and the air carried the mingled scent of books, coffee, and crushed autumn leaves.
This was a hall of knowledge and capital, and just as much an arena of status.
And Hawk Lane was, without a doubt, the leading man born for this stage.
“Hey, Hawk!
Can I copy last night’s investment club meeting notes?” A blue-eyed blonde with a killer figure leaned in with a smile, her tone easy and familiar.
“No problem, Emily.
I’ll email them to you later,” Hawk replied with a gentle, polite smile.
“Lane, are you really coming to this afternoon’s finance tea party?
I heard you tore apart a senior’s model in ten minutes last time.” A girl with Middle Eastern features asked, clutching a stack of thick economics books in the original English, her tone a mix of admiration and teasing.
“The academic exchange isn’t the point.
I just really like Professor Amelia’s pastries.” Hawk winked, drawing a ripple of soft laughter.
The charm of the persona he projected came not from exaggerated flamboyance, but from effortless poise, profound knowledge, and ingrained elegance.
Much of it came from what he had learned and experienced in his past life.
On top of that, the immense wealth and mystery behind the Lane name made him the center of attention on campus.
The girls whispered about which designer suit he was wearing that day, while the boys speculated about his family’s behind-the-scenes investments.
He moved through the crowd like a yacht gliding steadily across a restless sea.
When class ended, Hawk turned down several lunch invitations from classmates and headed for a small private lounge on the top floor of the business school building, an area closed to the public.
This was one of the Lane Family Foundation’s safe houses on campus.