Olivia
"I mean it," I insisted, crossing my arms. "This is just for drinks and sleeping. Don't expect anything else."
"I wasn't expecting anything," he replied, his eyes fixed on the road. "You're the one giving me ideas."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His voice dropped lower. "Standing there in that emerald lingerie earlier, looking at me like you wanted to be devoured."
My face burned. "I did not!"
"Really?" Alexander glanced over, one eyebrow raised. "Then why tell me to turn around? Why let me see you in nothing but lace?"
"I was being practical," I stammered. "It saved time."
"Practical," he repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. "The way your n*****s hardened when I zipped up your dress? The way you shivered when my fingers brushed your skin? That didn't feel practical."
