Chapter 25

Olivia POV

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to his penthouse. He gestured for me to exit first, his hand hovering at the small of my back without quite touching me.

“This way,” he said, leading me past the living area I’d seen during our dinner.

We walked down a hallway I hadn’t explored before, passing several closed doors until Alexander stopped at the end of the corridor. He pressed his palm against a sleek panel on the wall, and the door slid open silently.

“What the fuck?” I blurted, stepping into what looked like a high-end boutique.

The room was massive, easily the size of my entire apartment. Racks of clothing lined the walls, with dresses, skirts, and blouses all organized by color and style. Glass cases displayed jewelry and accessories. A three-way mirror dominated one corner, with a raised platform in front of it.

“You have an entire store in your penthouse?” I turned to Alexander, who looked completely unfazed by my