Olivia

Marco pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it over. As I reached for it, I felt a presence behind me. Alexander's hand settled possessively on my hip, his body pressing against my back.

"Making friends?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual.

"This is Marco," I said, gesturing between them. "He's opening a restaurant in Beverly Hills."

"Is he now?" Alexander's eyes fixed on Marco with an intensity that made the younger man shift slightly. ...