(Reagan's POV)
As we were driving home from Griffin International, all I could do was keep glancing at Alexander. When he would catch my glances, he would give me a beaming smile, that freaked the hell out of me. I mean he was more gorgeous when he smiled but it was still freaky nonetheless. He had been acting that way ever since he had been named the CEO and when he announced he was giving me a quarter of his shares. I couldn't explain it but there was something different about him, something I couldn't explain.
Now we are sitting on the couch in the living room, the only light in the room coming from the candles that are burning, each of us with a glass of wine in our hands. We hadn't said a word to each other since we had gotten back. I found myself not as angry at him as I had
