Olivia

Alexander was in pajama bottoms, his chest bare. I tried not to stare at the defined muscles of his torso as he moved around the room.

"So," he said, running a hand through his hair, "I've been meaning to tell you something."

"Hmm?" I was busy collecting my dress from the floor and hanging it up properly.

"I need to go to Europe next week. London, Paris, and Milan. Meetings with international investors and a potential acquisition."

I ...