Scent masking

**Emily’s POV**

I stood with both of my hands planted firmly on my waist as I watched Alexander dress up in an elegant grey-coloured three-piece suit that matched the colour of his deep-set eyes.

His hair was slicked back and the urge to run my hands in it filled me.

I licked my bottom as I stared down at him, and then I glanced up again at his angular face to see he was watching me.

Fúck, he was perfect and I doubted he knew that yet.

A smile lifted his bottom lip and he winked at me.

My heart thumped and I literally swooned at the gesture.

He knew how to get me. Alexander knew he only had to do a little thing to get me putty in his hands.

I didn't mind him knowing because I loved him.

I did and I couldn't tell when it started. I guessed it was the first time seeing him the feeling had developed in me and I had tried to brush it off after he committed several atrocities.

Now, we were on the same page. I didn't think anything was holding me back to let my feelings known to him.

Maybe,