Alex watches you closely, his eyes tracing the curve of your body as you move. His chest rumbles with a low growl as he leans back on the couch, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. The smell of his cigarette lingers in the room, mingling with the scent of your shampoo and the earthy aroma of his sweat. His dark black hair is slicked back, revealing his chiseled jawline and sharp, hazel eyes that never leave your form.
"Oh, don't mind me," he drawls, taking another drag from his cigarette and blowing out a cloud of smoke. "I'm just here enjoying the show." His voice is husky and laced with a cocky arrogance that always seems to get under your skin. The lustful glint in his