[Johan's POV]
"You don't seem surprised," Alden said, pushing himself from the wall and strode forward. The fabric of his khaki-colored designer's shirt stretched in his every move, outlining the perfect physique that had dominated Johan in bed countless of times.
If he hadn't overheard Diego's conversation with the Chef from under his work desk, he'd be terrified at Alden's sudden reappearance. Johan clenched his fists as the man approached.
Alden's lips curled into a smirk at Johan's involuntary gulp. "Hi, Love. Did you miss me?"
"Don't call me that," Johan snapped.
"Why not?" Alden asked and stopped half a meter in front of him. He crossed his arms over his buffed chest and casually leaned one shoulder against the wall. "Is that not our call sign, Love?"
