Alpha Abel’s Point of View
As soon as my mate stepped out of the elevator, her scent washed over me, a wave of pure sensory bliss.
That delicious vanilla, mingled with the delicate fragrance of fresh morning dew, conquered my senses, turning my world upside down. She was breathtaking in that red dress, a garment I knew Elena had chosen for her. My secretary certainly had good taste, although I was surprised that Joanna needed assistance in the boutique.
Women, to my knowledge, were usually sophisticated shopaholics, their appreciation for an item increasing proportionally to the price tag and the willingness of someone else to foot the exorbitant bill.
But not my Joanna. My mate was different.
Elena’s investigation reports indicated that she came from a simple background. Joanna wa
