*Olivia*

Soon after, I told Alexander that I really needed to get home to finish myundry. I rushed out of his apartment, and as I rode the elevator back to my floor, my mind swirled with thoughts.

When I got back into my apartment, I quickly threw my dirty clothes into the washer. Then, I turned on the shower so that it could heat up. As my bathroom mirror began to heat up with fog, I thought about how I could solve two difficult problems.

I was just tossing my shirt to the ground when someone knocked on my door. Then, my phone buzzed with a text. It was Mike informing me that Alexander told him how much I liked his special grapes, and now he was going to drop a bowl full of them off at my apartment.

I groaned. Alexander knew full well that I hadn’t liked the grapes. This was just his way of messing with me. I turned off the shower and hurried to answer the door, knowing that Alexander wouldn’t leave me alone until I had taken the grapes. Right before I reached for the handle, I looked down and saw that I was dressed only in my red,cy bra.

I blushed and ran back to the bathroom to put my shirt back on. That would have been really embarrassing. As I ran back out of the bathroom, Alexander knocked again. I rolled my eyes at his impatience but increased my speed so he wouldn’t wake up everyone on my floor. When I started to breathe heavily, I knew that I needed to do more cardio if simply going back and forth made me huff and puff this much.

When I finally opened the door, I was panting, and I had to put one of my hands on my knees.

Damn, I couldn’t believe that I was this out of shape.

Alexander stood there holding arge blue bowl. As he took in my red

face and the way that I was sucking in air, his eyes widened by a fraction of an inch.

“Did I interrupt yourte at home workout?” he asked, humor dripping through his voice.

My spine straightened, but I tried not to let my face get any redder. I didn’t want him knowing that I had gotten out of breath from answering the door. I would never hear the end of it. “Yes, I was just doing some cardio before I showered for the night.”

From therge smirk on his face, I could tell that he didn’t believe m lie.

I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone. I reached for the grapes. “Thanks for bringing these. I should really get back to it…”

I trailed off when Alexander leaned back, refusing to hand me the

grapes.

My eyes narrowed. What was he up to?

“Thanks?’ That’s all I get for generously offering to bring you the grapes?” he asked, his eyes dancing with humor.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to point out that this was hardly a favor for me because he knew that I didn’t really enjoy the overly sour grapes. But I was trying hard to work at starting a new

“Thank you for the grapes,” I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my

voice. “Would you like toe inside, Alexander?”

His smirk just grew wider as he stepped into my apartment. “I would love to.”

As soon as his back was to me, I rolled my eyes just to get it out of my system.

He made himself right at home by opening the fridge and cing the bowl of fruit in there. “Mike told me that grapes will taste even better if they’re chilled.”

I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t say what I was thinking. That nothing could make those grapes taste better.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, my kitchen ind separating us. An image of thest time that we were alone popped into my head. My skin heated, and my legs trembled as I pictured Alexander’s mouth on mine and his warm hands sliding down my body, making me moan and beg for more.

I swallowed thickly as my eyes scanned his body. I couldn’t help but picture Alexander with that white towel wrapped around his waist. Who knew that a man’s arms could be so sexy?