Megan’s POV

I woke up with a pounding heart, Alexander’s whiskey-soaked kiss still burning on my lips.

The silk sheets tangled around me, his scent, woodsy, clinging to the air. He was gone from the couch, the empty whiskey bottle tipped over on the floor.

My dress from last night, that stupidly sexy silk thing, was crumpled by the bed, a reminder of how close we’d come to… something. I shoved the thought away, my cheeks hot, and dragged myself out of bed.

The Zeus mansion was ...