Faye didn’t expect to see Alexander all dressed like he was about to close a billion-dollar deal. The sight made her pause at the doorway.
He stood by the desk, focused on arranging some documents. The dark suit fit him perfectly—his hair brushed neatly back, though a few strands still refused to obey.
For a moment, she just stood there watching him, her own reflection a stark contrast—training outfit, boots dusty from the field, hair tied in a ponytail, faint marks still visible on her knuckles from sparring.
When he noticed her, a faint smile tugged at his lips. “You’re staring again.”
“I’m just surprised,” Faye said, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, feeling a little embarrassed. “Didn’t know we had royalty visiting tonight.”
Alexander chuckled, straightening his cufflink
