The day stretched on in a blur. Every email I opened, and every report I skimmed seemed to melt into a haze of swirling anxieties. My mind kept replaying the elevator scene on a loop, dissecting every detail, every inflection in Alexander's expression after seeing Shawn and I together.
Logically, I knew Alexander shouldn't care. He'd made it abundantly clear he wasn't interested in anything beyond a professional relationship after brushing off any attempt at conversation about it.
Yet, a tiny flicker of doubt lingered. The way his gaze had narrowed when he saw my hand clasped in Shawn's, the barely concealed tension in his jaw, could it have been…jealousy?
The thought sent a jolt through me. Was I genuinely hoping Alexander felt some kind of possessiveness towards me? The answer, to my growing frustration, was a resounding yes.