Olivia

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to his penthouse. He gestured for me to exit first, his hand hovering at the small of my back without quite touching me.

"This way," he said, leading me past the living area I'd seen during our dinner.

We walked down a hallway I hadn't explored before, passing several closed doors until Alexander stopped at the end of the corridor. He pressed his palm against a sleek panel on the wall, and the door slid ...