Chapter 18 Stalking Her

• Demitri
• I stare at the documents in front of me, trying to focus. Numbers, shipments, deals—it’s all routine. Yet my mind keeps drifting back to her. Alissia. Everything about tonight gnaws at me. The dress. The dancing. The way her leg was exposed for all to see. I can still feel the tension from when I had to pull her dress closed, my hand gripping the fabric so tight it almost tore.
• She’s different. I can’t deny that anymore.