"Alexia isn't around.." she said finally, making Donovan turn to face her quizzically.
He should've known..he thought again at the sight of her side profile. He should've known right from that moment in the Giambelli soirée when he felt that incredible rush of lust and desire for her. Granted, he was drugged, but still...had she not been different, or had she been the same Alexia he remembered, he doubted he could get a hard on for her. He never could've gone all the way with her, even through a drug induced haze.
Not that he was undermining Alexia’s attractiveness or appeal, it's just, the Alexia he remembered had never once invoked feelings of desire in him. He should’ve known it wasn’t her. Because the alexia he remembered was not the woman he encountered that night. There was someth
