The elevator doors opened directly into his penthouse at exactly 8 PM.
Alexander was pacing.
She’d never seen him pace. In all the months she’d worked for him, in all the time she’d spent as his submissive online, she’d never seen him do anything that suggested he was less than completely in control of every situation. He was always composed. Always certain. Always three steps ahead of everyone else in the room.
But here he was, walking back and forth across his living room like a caged tiger, his hands clasped behind his back, his shoulders tight with tension. His suit jacket was off, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up. He looked more disheveled than she’d ever seen him.
He looked human.
He froze when he saw her step out of the elevator.
“You came.” His voice was rough. Uncerta
