I don't need anyone actually opening it for me.
"Alpha," I addressed him, looking up to him. "I guess since I'll be your assistant, I should take the front seat?"
"Huh?"
When he c***s his head to the side, I know something is wrong. His eyes shift into alignment and he stares at me from the side still maintaining his head posture.
"Did I specify where you ought to sit?"
I shake my head, a blush wants to come up from my lips but I make efforts into controlling myself. He's quite weird at times, he might punish me thinking I'm making fun of him, to blush when he's speaking to me.
I manage to keep a straight face. Dustin pulls his eyes away from me towards the G-wagon which is left opened by George. His eyes roll over as mine catches his gaze.
He doesn't like me, it's obvious
