The buzz at the entrance gradually died down as Mirena and Alexander walked into the auction venue.
As soon as they were out of the eyes of the paparazzi, Mirena reached down and pried his hand off her waist.
Her skin silently protested to the loss of his palms' warmth but she ignored it, shooting him a discreet glare instead.
“Your Rena?” She questioned. “Don't give people the wrong idea. Don't. Cross. A. line, Alexander.” She gritted out each word.
Alexander met her gaze, unfazed by both her glare and jarring words. Instead, he pivoted, turning to fully face her.
In a room of people who threw glances at him, eagerly wanting to engage and curry favor with him, his only concentration was the woman in front of him.
“What line?” He asked, tone oddly serious. He took a ste
