Chapter 30: Losing Job
(Alexander's POV)
Charlotte's text lit up my phone screen as I swirled the ice in my whiskey glass. "Sorry, King, I fell asleep."
Her words were simple, polite, but they brought a smirk to my lips. I leaned back in my chair, letting Logan stir in the recesses of my mind, his growl neither demanding nor calm.
"Fell asleep?" I muttered to myself, amused at the thought. She was always so careful, always holding that boundary with me. But it was that carefulness, that deliberate hesitation, that made her even more interesting.
I didn’t answer her. A part of me wanted to—wanted to tease her over her timid formality, as if she didn’t know just how much her words, her presence, played on my thoughts. Logan rumbled unhappily as I set the phone down, choosing patien
