Alex’s POV
The heavy silence of my master bedroom was thick, suffocating, and charged with an electric current that made the hairs on my arms stand up. I had been sitting up in bed for the past twenty minutes, my tablet discarded on the nightstand, my gaze entirely anchored to the locked adjoining door. I was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black silk pajama trousers, my chest bare to the cool air of the room, my heart hammering a heavy, predatory rhythm against my ribs.
I was a man used to absolute control. I controlled multi-billion-dollar shipping lanes, international boards, and the elite social circles of Manhattan. But right now, under this roof in the French Riviera, a nineteen-year-old girl with fiery copper hair had me completely brought to my knees.
Then, the lock
