I hold open the door to the building for Alexa. She flounces ahead of me, I keep my eyes on the swing of her ass in the dress she is wearing. “It was incredibly disrespectful of you to do. Would you have liked it if I did the same thing to you? If I had interrupted a business interaction to lay claim on you like I owned you?”

The elevator doors open, I press the button for the fifty-fourth floor. She is in the corner, keeping her distance from me. Not happening. As the doors close, we are alone. “We are not talking about me. This is about you. Who owns you, Alexa?”

She melts into the wall instantly. “You do.” She exhales the words in a tremble of air.

I am not fucking her in an elevator, no matter how much she wants me to. “Never forget that and never let any man forget it either.”

“Leo,” she moans my name, pleading to be fucked.

Shaking my head, I look to see we have only one floor before the doors open. “Consider this your punishment for making me remind you of who you belong to.”

The doors open, I exit ahead of her. She whispers the word bastard behind me. “I heard that.” Is all I say as I keep walking.

While Alexa is getting her hair and makeup done, I talk to Graham. I tell him what I want after the regular photos have been taken. He hesitates, I double his fee, he nods with a smile telling me he’ll be happy to.

The next two hours feels like four. Once Alexa has finished changing for the ninth time, she proclaims she’s done to Santos. Santos, Miguel’s personal and business partner, nods giving Alexa a kiss on her cheek that has my hands in fists fighting to remind myself it’s just his teasing way. For the two of them it was instant like, the man is gay but my hands don’t unclench until he takes his hands off her. He looks over the photos with Graham, it’s clear he’s happy. When he asks for my thoughts, I tell him I trust his judgment as far the professional part of the shoot was concerned I was satisfied.

However, I want a more personal shoot to occur. With a knowing smile, he tells me that he and Miguel will get with Graham tomorrow to pick out the ones for her promotional kit. I am counting down the seconds as I let the makeup artist know she is done for the day. Graham lets his two assistants go. I will never get Alexa to agree if there are more people in the room than Graham and me.