'London?' Alexi's voice makes me stop dead as I get to the hallway for the lift and my heart drops like a lead weight. He's followed me, and I turn back, ready to face another yelling match or sadistic prick appearance. I'm just overwhelmed with whatever the hell that was between us back there and he's clearly in the mood for putting women in their place today and functioning on high sexuality.
And he called me London, which is usually not a good sign.
I move slowly, inhaling heavily to reel in my chaotic hormones and face him, expecting the worst. He just looks calm, unemotional and unaffected in the way I am, which irritates me.
One sided s****l tension then?
'You dropped this.' He hands me a sheet of paper with my handwriting all over it, a list I have been ticking off as I work, an
