He glanced down at the spot where Lorenzo had been sleeping to find his handsome host was now gone, without any sign he’d ever been there at all.
But someone was with him. He could hear footsteps approaching. Could it be Lorenzo? If so, how had he got from the floor by the couch to another part of the house? Alexander, heart beating wildly and breathing slightly erratic, ducked down so the back of the couch hid him. The footsteps kept coming until he knew whoever it was making them was in the room with him. They stopped. Alexander couldn’t help himself. He had to look. He lifted his head till he could see who it was in the room with him. When he saw who it was, he gasped and ducked back down.
Christian. What was he doing here?
He waited until he heard Christian begin walking again. He heard the lift bell ring and the doors slide open. After they had closed again, Alexander sat up on his knees and stared at the stark white doors.