She had never seen Alvar like this before—his face pale, dark circles under his eyes, with stubble on his chin that gave him a look that was both disheveled and, somehow, a bit sexy.
Alvar's anger melted into surprise when he saw that it was Hetty standing there. Without warning, he pulled her into the apartment and wrapped her in a tight embrace.
He was wearing a black tank top that showed off his perfectly sculpted muscles, pressing them against her, but the overwhelming scent of alcohol made Hetty feel queasy.
"Baby, what are you doing here?"
Hetty, irritated, shot back, "If I'm not welcome, I'll leave."
She made a move to go, but Alvar held her fast in his arms, not letting her budge. "What are you talking about? Of course, you're welcome."
"Baby, I'm so tired," he murmured, his
