Alessia sat on the bed Panic, cold and absolute, seized her.
She couldn't be caught with this, Not now. She whipped around, pressing the small journal flat against her back, clutching it tight, trying to make her body rigid and natural at the same time.
It wasn't a maid or one of the staff.
"It was Xavier"....
He stepped into the room, impeccably dressed as always, his face unreadable, a faint, unsettling smirk playing on his lips.
He wasn't in the apartment—he had just opened the door and walked in.
"Ma'am," he said smoothly, his eyes sweeping over her, lingering for a fraction of a second on the rigid line of her shoulders.
Alessia's mind raced. Why was he here? How did he get in? The apartment had state-of-the-art security. Luca's personal security team would never have let him past the lobby and now into their matrimonial bedroom? Perhaps he was her new personal security guard, so getting access to her would always be easy.
