[Alexander's Penthouse]
The elevator ride up felt too long.
Evelyn stood rigidly with her fingers twisting the strap of her bag and her heart pounding against her ribs.
She owed him an apology and she owed him an explanation. She had spent the entire drive rehearsing what to say but the moment the doors slid open into the Alexander's penthouse, everything inside her went silent.
The space was dimly lit and the warm golden light spilled across polished floors.
Her eyes searched the space until they found what they were looking for, Alexander.
He was leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter with his sleeves rolled up, tie loose and hair slightly mussed like he had been running his hand through it repeatedly.
He looked exhausted and tense but also breathtaking.
His eyes lifted the moment she stepped in and froze.
"Evelyn," he said softly.
Her throat tightened. "Hi." It was a single word but her voice cracked.
