Olivia’s POV

I was caught off guard when Alexander’s hand settled on my thigh, his fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of my skirt with a casual confidence that sent a jolt through me.

He drove on as if it were the most ordinary gesture, but the weight of his touch sparked something deep within me. I glanced at him, and he met my eyes with a sly, suggestive smile that made my heart stutter.

It wasn’t intentional, the way my pulse quickened at that charming grin of his. No matter ...