ALEXANDER POV
My gaze slid down before I could stop it.
Her legs were stretched across the couch, bare and smooth, the tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide her shape. The crop top had ridden up slightly when she moved, exposing her waist and the silver piercing at her navel, catching the light like it was designed specifically to be noticed.
"Damn."
The word left my mouth before I realized it.
I don't react to women like this. Not even the ones who practically throw themselves at me every time I walk into a room, models, actresses, women who make a career out of being looked at. None of them have ever managed to shake me. But this woman wasn't even trying, and somehow that made it so much worse.
No. Not worse.
Dangerous.
I forced my eyes away, jaw tightening.
This has noth
