By the time Alex arrived at the studio three days later, she was already irritated.
It wasn’t because of the shoot itself. Obviously, she understood publicity, optics, and the necessity of feeding the media exactly enough access to keep them satisfied without surrendering anything truly valuable. She had spent years carefully curating the image of Alexandra Adkins, shaping perception into something sharp and untouchable long before Callan Ashford ever entered her life again.
No. What irritated her was the fact that she had spent the last three days thinking about him entirely too often. Thinking about the balcony. Thinking about the almost-kiss.
Thinking about the way he had looked at her afterward, like stepping away had cost him something.
And worst of all, thinking about Victoria, w
