Madison
My cheeks burned. I took a sip of champagne to avoid responding.
"Let me give you some advice." She leaned forward, her diamond bracelet catching the light. "Alexander likes his women sexy. Short skirts, high heels, the works. Though..." Her eyes raked over me. "Even in designer clothes, you're not really his type. He prefers women with a certain presence."
I stared at my half-empty glass, wishing I could disappear into the plush booth cushions.
"Women like me," she continued, preening. "Last time we were together, he couldn't keep his hands off me. The things that man can do..." She fanned herself with her hand. "But I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that."
My grip tightened on my glass as I remembered the feel of Alexander's hands on my thigh just minutes ago. The ma
