ALEX
“Stay here,” I instruct Hannah before stepping out to meet the person who knocked.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I just realized we asked Miss Hannah to go into the wrong dressing room,” the clerk explains apologetically.
“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling confused.
“Miss Hannah’s dress is actually in fitting room 5, not 1,” she clarifies.
“Oh,” I respond, understanding the situation. Does that mean I was wrong in my assumption?
“Yes, you were,” Eden interjects in my mind. “The poor girl was innocent, and you punished her.”
“Getting face-f****d isn’t really a punishment, in my defense,” I retort.
“Because she was trembling with need?” Eden counters, his tone tinged with sarcasm.
“Yes,” I admit.
Eden rolls his eyes in response.
“What do you think about her?” I ask, changing the subjec
