Storm
I slowly sat up, my breathing finally beginning to settle as I looked at Alpha Doyle.
For the first time since we’d entered his office, I allowed myself to really look at him.
My gaze travelled over his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, and the hard lines of his abdomen. For a man in his forties, he was in incredible shape.
“Do you like what you see, love?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Yep.” The answer slipped out before I could stop it. “Do you?”
The confidence behind my own words surprised me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this bold.
Realising what I’d just said, I bit my lower lip and quickly dropped my gaze.
“Oh, I do,” he murmured, amusement evident in his voice.
Heat rushed into my cheeks.
When I finally looked up again, I found him watching me wit
