Alexia's POV
I walked into the hotel lobby, my legs still unsteady, my body still betraying me after everything that happened in the car.
And the worst part? Aiden knew.
That smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was enjoying it.
I clenched my jaw, trying to focus on the grand chandeliers, the polished marble floors—literally anything that would keep me from thinking about how I wasn't wearing any panties under this dress… because Aiden had ripped them off.
My traitorous body still tingled from his touch, from the way his hands had moved over me, the way his lips had left marks I knew I'd have to cover up later.
And now, as if nothing had happened, he was walking beside me like we weren't still drenched in the aftermath of whatever this was between us.
I shot him a glare, my arms crossing tightly over my chest. "You think this is funny?"
He barely glanced at me, his mouth twitching in amusement. "I think you overthinking this is funny."
