Madison
The cab rolled to a stop in front of the towering glass building. I glanced at my phone - 8:02 PM. Alexander had texted earlier about sending his car, but I must have missed his message between visiting Mom and rushing home to change.
I handed cash to the driver, stepped out into the cool evening air, and smoothed down my jeans. After a day in that designer dress, the soft cotton t-shirt felt like coming home. Though knowing Mr. Knight, these comfortable clothes wouldn't stay on long.
Heat crept up my neck at the thought. Focus, Madison.
The doorman nodded as I entered the marble lobby, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I stood before his penthouse door. My finger hovered over the doorbell, and my heart thumped
