Alexander studied me, and the look in his eyes made me shift my feet ufortably. I crossed my arms over my white shirt, wishing that I had put on a bra before I hade here.


    “Good evening, Mr. President,” I said, using his official title just to mess with him a little bit.


    Alexander’s eyebrows rose, but he simply nodded at me in greeting.


    Annoyance coursed through me, and my hands tightened into fists at my sides. Even though I had liked being left alone at work, I didn’t appreciate his silent treatment outside the office. Our conversation fromtest night shed through my mind. When he had talked about boundaries, did that mean that he didn’t even want to speak to me about anything outside of work? Was that how things were going to be from now on?


    Alexander walked over to Mike, who was by his kitchen counter, pulling out the medicine that I had brought him.


    I thought he wouldment on my purchases, but he didn’t. Alexander sat down on Mike’s couch and began to read his book.


    I didn’t know why his indifference toward me was grating on my nerves, but my jaw clenched. Suddenly, I just wanted to leave and go back to my quiet apartment. I haven’t had a lot of alone time recently, and I craved solitude away from Alexander and his too–quietpany.


    “Thanks again, Mike,” I said and turned around, heading for the door, purposely not saying goodbye to Alexander because I was feeling petty.


    “Oh, Olivia…”


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    De Vouchers


    Alexander’s deep voice made me stop in my tracks, and I turned around to face him. Our eyes locked together, and my legs trembled. His expression was unreadable.


    “How’s your stomach feeling? he asked.


    How did he…? Wait. Richard must have told him afterst night. Damn it. Was there anyone in this city who wasn’t employed by Alexander Green?


    “I’m feeling much better,” I replied stiffly. “Thank you.”


    “Good,” Alexander paused and gave me a searching look. “Make sure to stay home this weekend and have ess to aputer at all times in case I need you for work.”


    I made sure that my smile didn’t falter. “Sure thing,” I replied brightly. “Have a good weekend, Mr. President.”


    As I walked out of Mike’s apartment, I grinned.


    There was no way I was staying home this weekend.


    *Olivia*


    The next morning at seven sharp, Ava showed up at my door with a duffel bag and three takeout coffee cups. Thankfully, my stomach waspletely fine now, and I took the cup full of caffeine gratefully.


    “Is this ck?” I asked her before I took a sip.


    Ava smirked. “Like our souls,” she joked.


    I giggled and took a sip of the hot, bitter coffee. Even though it had only been a day without it, that first sip tasted like liquid gold. I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment.


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    “Aiden is going to meet us in the parking garage across the street in ten minutes,” Ava said and adjusted the grip on her bag. “The third coffee is for him.”


    I locked my apartment door, then looked back at her. “Do you think that it’s safe to invite him along?” I asked. “I don’t want to put him in danger. Chloe isn’t someone that we should mess with.”


    This was the same point that I had brought upst night when Ava and I were on the phone. She had suggested bringing her younger brother, who was on summer vacation, along for our road trip to Ld.


    “Honestly, I think that it would be dangerous not to bring him,” Ava said as we walked to the elevator.


    “What do you mean?” I pressed the elevator button and turned to her as we waited.


    “Girl, it’s not going to be safe for two women to be driving through the country looking for a dead body alone,” Ava pointed out as we stepped into the elevator. “We need to bring a guy along with us in case we run into trouble.”


    I absorbed her words for a few moments.


    “Isn’t your brother only neen?” I grumbled and picked up my bag to


    exit the elevator.


    “Yeah, but he’s a body builder. He spends like eight days a week at the gym.”


    We rushed across the busy crosswalk. “There’s only seven days in a week,” I reminded her andughed.


    “Details.” She waved her hand and chuckled.


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    In the dark parking garage, Aiden was leaning against Ava’s car. He was tall and blonde, exactly like his sister. But that was where the simrities stopped. Ava was petite, but Aiden had bulging muscles that were straining against his tight ck shirt. Even though his face seemed young–woth his rosy red cheeks and one dimple–his strong frame lessened my worries of the potential danger of this weekend.


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