Elena Carter’s POV

He said wear red.

So, I did.

A silky red blouse, the kind that felt like sin against my skin, tucked neatly into a high-waisted black skirt. I added a hint of crimson lipstick, just enough to tempt but not scream. Red heels would’ve been too much, so I wore black pumps instead. Still, I felt… exposed. Like every step I took would echo with some secret invitation.

When I stepped off the elevator, Alexander was already in his office. As usual.

I could see ...