Alexi is standing holding the lift door open when I catch up and slink past him with my head held high. Avoiding his eyes as they run up and down my body for the umpteenth time in my very tight little number, and come back to rest on my face as he lets the door go to slide shut. He punches in the 3rd floor button for the office and then leans back against the opposite wall, eyes eating into me brashly and I cross my arms across my chest to stare at the chrome doors and our slightly distorted reflection—doing my best to appear unaffected by the eye r****g.
'You do look good. I meant that and I like this.' He motions to my outfit and I just glance his way with a disinterested smile. Not caring if he did or didn't, he doesn't get to choose how I dress this time around. I never chose it for h
