Lisabella’s POV.
The engine died off when we got to my place.
Esam was nice enough to help me with my son and then with the rest of my bags.
I offered the alpha a coffee before; why couldn't I offer him one?
And I did.
“Tea or wine?” I said as I confidently swirled over to him, both in my hands, a pack of teabags and a bottle of wine.
“Neither?”
“Why?”
“I'm not really in the mood to drink anything. I came to drop you off and that's all.”
Esam answered.
“At least have something, this is the first time you'd be in my house alone.”
The depth of my voice was more pronounced when I mentioned the last word.
Esam smirked, a little dimple deepened when he did, he shook his head flirtatiously, “Alright. I'll have whatever you have.”
I was meant to take some wine after he was gone, but
