Alexander's POV
I knew she had a lot of questions to ask me as we made our way back to the house, me driving, and she was sitting in the back seat trying to come up with words.
Staring at her with the aid of the little mirror, I was left with another puzzle that deemed itself almost too impossible to solve.
Why?
Why did her touch ignite my spirit, and why does staring into her eyes feel like home?
I should be back at my house by now, back at my company. But I left it all to my assistant, choosing to stay back under the guise of helping her figure out her way around the company.
I hated how she made me feel. Too subtly a hint of what Eve showed me, but hers felt more pure.
"How do you know the woman who walked into my office today?" She finally asked, distracting me from the numerous
