Chapter 45

Alexander

I stepped back from Madison, her legs still dangling off my kitchen counter, the silk robe barely covering what I’d thoroughly explored last night. The sight of her there, disheveled and marked by my attention, tested my self-control.

“Alex! Where are you, man?” Anthony’s voice boomed through the speaker.

I ran a hand through my hair, pacing toward the living room. “At home. What do you want?”

“Home? Since when have you skipped morning meetings?” He laughed. “Listen, we’re getting everyone together next Sunday for dinner. The usual crew.”

My jaw clenched. I knew exactly what ‘the usual crew’ meant—Anthony’s rotating collection of eligible socialites he kept trying to set me up with. “Dinner on Next Sunday? Can’t make it.”

“Come on—”

“And while we’re at it, stop with the matchmaking attempts. I’m not interested.” I caught a glimpse of Madison shifting on the counter, the robe sliding higher. Fuck.

“Matchmaking? It’s jus