Olivia

Alexander stood by the window, his back to me. He'd changed into a simple gray t--shirt and black shorts that hung low on his hips. The casual clothes did nothing to diminish his commanding presence.

He turned at the sound of the door, his eyes immediately taking in my bare legs. "Feel better?"

"I'd feel better in my own clothes in my own apartment," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. The movement only emphasized my breasts beneath the thin ...