With my heart thudding restlessly in my chest, I reached out to hold Alex hands while I folded my legs around each other. His hands were warm beneath mine—large, strong and slightly calloused in a way that shouldn't make sense for a wealthy man like him. He was a billionaire with hands that looked like they'd labored and that was really something. I traced my fingers along his knuckles slowly, almost reverently while I marveled at the veins running up his forearms because I knew they symbolized strength.
"You're... not what I thought," I murmured finally as I looked away from his hands to his face.
Alex tilted his head as he raised his brows while his lips quirked into a teasing smirk. He asked in a deep voice that made shivers run down my spine. "Should I be offended or flattered?"
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