Chapter 9
Sloane pulled the door open and froze…
Alexander stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame like he had all the time in the world. He was dressed in black pants and a shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of tanned skin. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms.
She forced herself to look away. It was inappropriate.
"It's you?" she trailed off. "What are you doing here?"
Alexander tilted his head slightly, lips curving into something that wasn't quite a smirk but close enough.
"I'm your mate, remember?" His voice was smooth. "Or did you forget?"
Sloane shook her head quickly. "No, I—"
"Good." His gaze flickered over her, sweeping from her face to the thin nightdress that clung to her body. He dragged his eyes back to her face. "Get dressed."
She frowned, arms crossing instinctively. "Dressed? Why?"
Alexander took a step closer, the shift in distance making her heart pound, and she instinctively stepped back.
