The faint smile on Benjamin's lips lingered just long enough to make Alexander's chest tighten.
It wasn't a smile of amusement but rather a confirmation or at least it felt like one.
"You knew," Alexander repeated in a low and hard voice. "Did you plan this?"
Benjamin didn't immediately answer. He poured himself another drink. "You really think I have time to meddle in the gossip columns?"
"Don't do that," Alexander said sharply. "Don't make this sound like nothing." He moved closer to the desk. "Those photos weren't random. The restaurant has only private access; someone arranged for the press to be there last night."
When Benjamin did react, he added, "You think I wouldn't notice that?"
Benjamin took a slow sip before leaning back in his chair. "And what if someone did arrange it?" he asked calmly. "Why assume it was me?"
