Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.
Satisfied, Alexander leaned down to kiss her flushed cheek. "Good girl," he murmured.
His voice made Phoebe even more embarrassed. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Avoiding his gaze, she quickly jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.
Watching her retreating figure, Alexander's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Sir, your breakfast," the attendant said from outside.
"Come in," Alexander replied.
Once breakfast was set, Alexander didn't bother waiting for Phoebe to finish her shower. Instead, he stripped off his clothes and strolled straight into the bathroom, leaning casually against the doorframe to admire the view.
"Hey! What are you doing in here?" Phoebe gasped when she saw him.
She instinctively sank deeper into the
