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 fabric.
His eyes darkened slightly. "I usually sleep naked, but I thought that might make you uncomfortable."
"How considerate," I said dryly. "This whole situation is your fault, you know. Who arranges a date without planning for overnight accommodations?"
"Someone who doesn't have the luxury of time," he replied, running a hand thr
