Alexander’s POV
The click of the door snaps through my skull like a gunshot.
No knock. No f*****g permission. Just her storming in like she owns the goddamn place.
Again.
I don’t even look up at first. I don’t need to. I feel her before I see her. That f*****g presence of hers is loud, defiant, sin wrapped in a body built to test every ounce of my control.
When I finally raise my eyes, there she is.
Ivy.
Wearing that smug little expression that makes me want to strangle her... or f**k her against my desk until she forgets how to talk.
She is in silk. Crimson. Tight enough to make my throat dry. It hugs her curves like a f*****g lover. Her hair is down, slightly messy like she just rolled out of bed, which does horrible things to my imagination.
My jaw ticks. “What the hell did I s
