ALPHA VICTOR
A sharp knock echoed through my office.
"Come in," I said, without looking up.
The door creaked open, and Janine, one of the mansion’s maids, stepped inside. She bowed her head before carefully placing a tray of tea on my desk.
I finally glanced up, my eyes trailing over her figure.
Her uniform hugged her body well, and her legs—partially exposed beneath the hem—caught my attention.
I knew myself.
I had always been a playboy, womanizer. Even when I loved my first wife, Cathy. I had never been a faithful man. There had always been women—secret affairs I kept hidden.
However Jillian… she was different. I had fallen for her, but that didn’t mean my nature had changed.
A woman like Janine, standing before me with that youthful beauty, still had the power to stir someth
