“Temptations and Tensions” Hazel’s POV I stood in front of the reception desk at the most luxurious spa in Seattle, holding a cream envelope tucked tightly under my arm. I wasn’t sure what was more intimidating — the velvet-lined walls or the woman seated in the gold-accented lounge. Alexander’s mother. She was exactly what you’d expect of someone who once ruled fashion empires: poised, elegant, unreadable. I’d come to deliver a signed document Alex had promised her, not expecting to see her personally. My breath caught as she noticed me. "You're Hazel," she said, her tone neutral but knowing. "Come sit." I hesitated before crossing the room slowly. “I—I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just dropping this off for Mr. William.” “Alexander,” she corrected gently. “He goes by Alexander n

