Alexander led Sofia to the suite. He opened the door for her as a gentleman and stepped aside for her to enter—a kind gesture Damien had never done for the past two years.
"Thank you," Sofia muttered and stepped into the suite.
Alexander closed the door behind them, but he didn't move to lock it—another subtle difference that made Sofia's heart stutter.
"Please, make yourself comfortable, Sofia," Alexander said, gesturing toward a plush velvet armchair. "I've had the staff prepare some light tea. I imagine you will need it."
Sofia sat down, her curvy hips sinking into the soft fabric. She watched him as he poured two cups of tea with steady, graceful hands. He didn't loom over her; he sat in the chair opposite her, maintaining a respectful distance that allowed her to breathe.
