Alex’s pov
“What?”
The word slipped out sharper than I meant. For Mike to call me at this time of the night, it must be either good news or bad news. I hope it was the former, I had a lot on my mind already. I gazed at Ethan, his lips still parted, his chest rising and falling like he was trying to steady himself. I wanted nothing more than to cover those hot lips with mine and bed him over the chair.
“This better be good, Mike.”
“Boss,” his voice came through. “We’ve got a problem. It’s about Stallin.”
My jaw and stomach tightened. Of course it was. Trouble always came wrapped in that name. I looked back at Ethan biting my lips. He was so hot and aroused, and I was too. God, I hate to do this but this had to wait. I forced myself to step back. It felt like tearing something out of me
