Alexander’s POV

“Well, I’ve got handsome money…” He starts to adjust my non-existent collar, still holding my gaze. “She’ll get some of it. As long as she does handsomely well.”

“My wife’s excellent.” I take a step toward him, flicking his hands off me and throwing my nose up. “Isn’t that why you’re dying to have her model for you?”

He flicks a brow. “Dimitri doesn’t die for anyone… except for my wife and daughter, though.” And he breaks out of character, ...