CHAPTER 14
UNCANNY DISTRACTIONS
ALEXANDER
The conference room in Geneva was glass and steel, the kind of sterile luxury and comfort that usually commanded my full attention. But today, my head and mind was too filled to hear anything.
My pen hovered over a document I had been pretending to read for ten minutes. My eyes were fixed on the presentation, but my mind was three hundred miles south, in a beach house that suddenly felt too quiet and ordinary without her.
Isabella.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she looks at me. That day in the kitchen when she stared at me like I was the only edible thing in the room. The way she had leaned in when I told her to stay away and the swell of her breast was in my face.
God! The beauty of it!
Get a grip of yourself Alexander! She’s 24 a
