Alex’s pov
The elevator doors opened to the top floor of Balmer Industries, and I was hit with the familiar scent of expensive cologne. I adjusted the cuff of my charcoal suit, my expression unreadable. His receptionist’s smile faltered when she saw me. She probably sensed it, the weight I carried when I walked into a room. I had been told I had that effect and I love it. Calm, collected, and dangerous.
“Mr. Balmer will see you now,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.
Of course he would.
Victor’s office door swung open and I walked in. He was sitting behind his desk looking the same as before, except this time, something was off. He is wearing a light blue shirt with the collar unbuttoned down to the chest showing a teasing glimpse of skin, when he stood up the fabric of his tr
