Alexander’s POV

“Get dressed, Megan,” I said, my voice low, sharp, pulling my finger from her, her loud moan still ringing in my ears as a knock pounded my office door, hard, demanding.

My heart raced, my hands yanking my pants up, my eyes on Megan’s trembling body, her black dress bunched at her hips, her face flushed, her eyes wide with panic.

The frosted glass walls kept us hidden, but that knock wasn’t my imagination, this time it was real, and it made my blood ...