Chapter 355

Alexander

I stepped closer, unable to resist the gravitational pull she seemed to exert on me. “If it doesn’t matter, why are we still talking about it?”

“You’re right.” She reached for her glass and drained the remaining whiskey. “We shouldn’t be talking about it at all.”

I watched her throat work as she swallowed, transfixed by the curve of her neck, the way the dress hugged every perfect inch of her. She’d worn that dress deliberately tonight. Not for Jackson. For me.

“Another?” I offered, reaching for her empty glass.

Madison hesitated, then nodded. “One more. Then I should go.”

I crossed to the bar, feeling her eyes on me as I poured another finger of whiskey into her glass. When I returned, she took it with slightly unsteady fingers.

“You should slow down,” I advised, noticing the flush creeping up her neck. “This is good whiskey. Meant to be savored.”

“I can handle my alcohol, Mr. Knight.” She took another sip, defiance f