FAYE
When I opened my eyes, for a moment I wasn’t entirely sure where I was. My mind clung to that hazy, foggy place between sleep and wakefulness. I blinked, forcing my vision to focus, and that’s when I saw him.
Alexander was seated at his desk. My stomach flipped. For a heartbeat, I thought maybe I was dreaming. That couldn’t be real. I would never just—fall asleep in his office. But the way his eyes lifted to mine, directly, made it painfully clear this wasn’t a dream. I thought maybe I had dozed off for a minute while reading those books.
“You’re finally awake,” he said. His voice was even and casual, but I swore I caught the faintest edge of amusement in it. “Good morning.”
My eyes flew wide open. “Good morning? What time is it?”
Alexander glanced at his watch without hesitatio
