Madison"What are you thinking about?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence. A dozen answers flashed through my mind. Who called you earlier? Why did you say Katherine's name that night? What happens when our year is up? Instead, I said, "Just wondering if I can walk tomorrow after what you did to me." "If not, I'll carry you." "Into the office? That would start some rumors." "Let them talk." His arm tightened around me. "I don't care what they think." But I did. I cared what people thought when they saw us together, whether they believed I'd slept my way to my position or if they respected me as a professional. "Hey," Alexander said, sensing my shift in mood. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" I hesitated, then decided on a partial truth. "Just thinking about work tomorrow." He studied me for a moment, clearly not buying it, but nodded. "Always so dedicated, Ms. Harper." "Someone has to keep Knight Industries running smoothly." "Such a dedicated emplo
MadisonFive minutes stretched into eternity. I resisted the urge to press my ear against the bedroom door, to eavesdrop on his conversation. Instead, I refilled my wine glass and tried to look casual when he finally emerged. Alexander returned as if nothing had happened, his face a perfect mask of neutrality. He'd put his boxer briefs back on but remained gloriously shirtless, his abs rippling as he moved toward me. "Where were we?" he asked, voice husky as he pulled me against him. I wanted to ask who called. The question burned on my tongue. Who was so important they could interrupt us? Was it her? "What?" Alexander asked, noticing my hesitation. "Nothing," I replied, forcing a smile. It wasn't my business. It wasn't my place. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press. Instead, he took my hand, leading me toward his bedroom. "I think it's time I properly fucked you, Ms. Harper." My core clenched at his words. "Is that a promise, Mr. Knight?" "It's a guarantee." He pus
MadisonWe ate in charged silence, the air between us thick with anticipation. When I took my last bite, Alexander stood and collected our plates. "Leave them," I said, reaching for his hand. He shook his head. "Patience." In the kitchen, he loaded the dishwasher while I wiped down the counters. The domestic scene felt surreal, given the sexual tension crackling between us. "You're staring," he said without looking up. "Just appreciating the view." My eyes traced the lines of his back, the way his jeans hugged his ass. He turned, catching me mid-appraisal. His gaze traveled slowly down my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, my legs. He closed the distance between us, caging me against the counter with his arms. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" "Good." I ran my hands up his chest. "The feeling's mutual." His mouth claimed mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. I opened for him, moaning as his hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter.
MadisonI glanced at the clock on my computer: 6:35 PM. The office had emptied out an hour ago, but I was still finalizing the construction timeline for the project. My phone buzzed with a text from Alexander. Alexander: My office. Now. My stomach fluttered. That commanding tone, even in text form, did things to me I couldn't explain. I saved my work, smoothed my skirt, and headed to his office. I knocked once before entering. Alexander was standing by the window, his broad shoulders outlined against the New York skyline. He turned, his eyes immediately darkening as they swept over me. "Ms. Harper," he said, voice low. "Working late again?" "Just finishing the timeline for the project, Mr. Knight." I closed the door behind me, feeling that familiar tension crackling between us. He crossed the room in three long strides. "Always so dedicated." His fingers brushed my cheek, trailing down to my collarbone. "I have a proposition for you." "Another one?" I raised an eyebrow, trying
Madison"The lasagna is exceptional," Alexander said, smoothly changing the subject. "I can see where Madison gets her attention to detail." Mom beamed. "Family recipe. I've been perfecting it for years." "It's amazing," I agreed, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Best batch yet." "The secret is in the herbs," Mom confided. "Fresh basil makes all the difference." As dinner progressed, I found myself watching Alexander interact with my mother. He was attentive, charming, and genuinely interested in her stories. It was a side of him I rarely saw in the office: this warmth, this easy charm that had nothing to do with business deals or power plays. When Mom excused herself to use the restroom, Alexander leaned closer to me. "Your mother is delightful," he said quietly. "She likes you," I replied, surprised by how much that pleased me. His fingers brushed mine under the table. "Good. I like her too." He paused, his expression softening. "And I especially like seeing this sid
MadisonMom sat on the edge of my bed. "So, when am I going to see Alexander again?" I took another sip of coffee. "I invited him for dinner on Sunday." Her face lit up. "Wonderful! I'll make my special lasagna." "Mom, you don't have to go all out—" "Nonsense! It's not every day my daughter brings home a man for dinner, especially one who's clearly smitten with her." I nearly choked on my coffee. "Smitten? Alexander Knight doesn't get smitten." "Oh, honey." She patted my knee. "He looks at you like you hung the moon. Trust me, that man is head over heels. A mother knows these things." She stood up. "Now, what time should I expect him on Sunday?" I sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. "Six?" "Perfect! I'll start planning the menu." She headed for the door, then paused. "Oh, and Madison? Maybe wear that blue dress he bought you." "Mom!" She laughed as she closed the door behind her, leaving me to wonder if there was any truth to her observation about Alexander. Head