Evelyn’s POV
I still sat naked on top of the massage table in Alex’s study room for almost a full minute before clearing my throat. My palms were sweaty, my heartbeat too loud for my own body.
I knew this wasn’t a life-or-death matter, but somehow, whenever it came to Alex, everything felt heavy. Everything felt like stepping into a storm with no umbrella, waiting to see if it would rain or strike lightning. How was I supposed to explain to Vivian how he is in bed?
I took a small breath, then he voiced out.
“Are you done with your call? Can I come in?"
“Come in,” I said, voice shaky, low and steady.
“Okay." He said almost sounding cold.
His voice always held something dangerous. Something calm, yet warning. Like he already knew whatever I wanted to say but wanted to enjoy watching
