Sophia’s POVThe doors slide shut. And my jaw is still on the floor. My head drums chaotically, struggling to connect the calm and collected CEO, who has always worn suits, to the person I just saw covered in leather, leaning on that insane red bike.I slowly put my hand against my chest; it’s pounding unguardedly. Still clutching my jacket, I shut my mouth, swallow hard, and take a deep breath before moving a step forward.The door slides open. I walk through it and halt, watching him grip the stunning helmet with gloved fingers. The heat patches on my top take effect, slowly sipping warmth into my body.Alexander’s dark hair falls once the helmet is off his head, brushing over his eyes. He lifts his head, and my breath ceases in shock, amazement, fascination, wonder— all of it. My heart does a backflip, butterflies raging in my stomach. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time. It’s like I’m looking at a different man.His jaw is dangerously sharp. His face is edgy and sculpted m
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