Serena's POV
The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind me, I finally exhaled. My hands were still trembling. Maybe from fear or maybe from everything else. I couldn't pinpoint what that feeling was.
His shirt lay on the counter where I had placed it. It was black and soft. It looked too big for me. Definitely something that didn't belong on my body.
Yet I slipped it on.
I shouldn't have… but I did.
The fabric hung loosely on my shoulders, ending halfway down my thighs. It swallowed me whole, smelling faintly like cedar, clean soap, and... him.
I caught my reflection and felt heat creep up my neck. I looked like I belonged nowhere near a man like Alexander Blackwood, let alone inside his house, wearing his clothes.
I dried my hair the best I could, trying not to think about the fact that my one-night-stand-turned-boss was somewhere in the kitchen cooking..
A billionaire CEO, cooking for a mere girl.
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or panic.
