CHAPTER SIX
THE LINE THAT SHOULDN’T EXIST
ISABELLA
“You’re in the wrong wing.”
His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It carried anyway, steady and controlled, like everything about him. My brain finally rebooted, just enough to remember how humiliation worked. “I…” I swallowed. “I didn’t know.” Brilliant. Absolutely groundbreaking response, Isabella.
Alexander moved to pick up another towel from where it was, forgetting the one he used to dry his hair and adjusted it around his waist, not rushed, not flustered. Just… deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world and I was the one out of place. Which, to be fair, I was.
“This part of the house is private,” he continued, stepping past me toward the dresser. “Camille should have mentioned that.”
“She probably did,” I muttere
