Third Person POV
Hudson stood watching Christina flee into the house, all wobbly legs and burning cheeks.
A short laugh escaped his throat, low and satisfied.
He turned to his driver, who remained professionally stationed by the open car door. "Next time, don't drive that fast."
"Yes, Alpha," the driver nodded obediently.
He wisely didn't mention that Hudson typically demanded speed rather than caution. Self-preservation instincts kept him silent.
Hudson entered the house, loosening his tie with one hand as he walked. The living room lay quiet and still, no sign of Christina. She'd already disappeared upstairs.
Probably hiding in her bedroom.
Probably replaying their kiss.
Just like he was.
His strides lengthened as he took the stairs two at a time. Would he
