Alex stopped, halfway through buttoning. He looked at her, shirt half-open, tie forgotten on the floor, and chuckled. But there was a softness in his eyes. "You have no idea," he said. "I'm going to get a lecture."
He pulled on a blazer, already walking toward the door when he paused and glanced back over his shoulder, suddenly hesitant. "Last night… he asked if I was going to bring you home for dinner."
"You told him about me?" she asked in surprise.
"That's how good his interrogation skills are," he muttered, not quite meeting her eyes, a faint smirk curving one corner of his mouth as he tucked in the last button.
"Then you better get going." She smiled.
Alex paused by the door, glancing over his shoulder. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes—an unspoken question, or maybe a confession that never made it past his lips. Then, just like that, the moment passed. He was gone.
*****
The next morning, Eva stood in the center of the bedroom, surrounded by opulence.
