Alex's phone woke him up. He had fallen asleep answering emails and he needed to stop doing that. He should turn off his phone at night, but he didn't.
And now he'd been pulled out of a salacious dream. About Amelia.
He sighed and rolled over to grab the phone off his nightstand. He almost choked on his tongue when he saw who it was. She'd sent him a photo of her standing in his driveway wearing just a trench coat.
Tory would be the last person on this earth he wanted to see, let alone see naked. He'd been there, done that, and didn't need to again.
He shifted his pillow so he could lean against his headboard. He stared at the picture, not because he wanted to ogle her, but more in disbelief.
He'd done everything in his power to discourage Tory. She was the daughter of a Mafia Don
