Chapter 5: See Something You Like?
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Roxanne's POV
"Okay, this one actually looks really good."
"It's too tight across the chest," I said. "I can feel it pulling everytime I breathe, Charlie."
"You look hot..."
"I looked like I'm being held together by wishful thinking." I pulled at the dress, turned sideways in the mirror and immediately turned back. "No. Help me find the green one."
Charlotte flopped backward onto my bed. "The green one is literally in the pile you said no to."
"I changed my mind on the green one." I said.
"Roxie." She sat back up. "That's the third outfit. We've been at this for almost an hour."
"So?"
"Well..." She tilted her head, a small smile tucked at the corner of her mouth. "Someone's trying really hard to look good for their boyfriend."
"Fake boyfriend." I spun around. "He's my fake boyfriend, Charlie."
"I just think it's interesting you're trying..."
"I just want to look presentable." I turned back to the mirror and grabbed the green top from the rejected pile. "I'm going to his suite, it's a meeting. I want to look like I didn't roll out of bed, that's all."
"Right, sure." I could feel her grinning her now, without looking.
"Stop smiling." I said.
"I'm not smiling." She said quickly.
"I can see you smiling, Charlie." My voice was sharp
"I just think it's cute that you care..." She said.
"I don't care..." I said quickly.
"The third outfit though..."
"Charlie, stop it..."
She burst out laughing , and I threw the rejected blouse at her head, which she caught easily because she'd been expecting it. I pulled the green top on, checked the mirror, decided it was fine, and grabbed my jacket.
"Okay," she composed herself. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm about to walk into the devil's house, willing." My voice was deadpan.
"Technically, you're being blackmailed into it." She said.
"That does not make it better." I said.
"I guess." She stood up and came to stand beside me in front of the mirror, putting her chin over my shoulder. "Hey, you're going to be fine."
"I hope so." I said quietly.
"If he does anything weird you text me immediately."
"He's not going to do anything weird, it's a planning meeting..."
"The guy had the audacity to blackmail you into being his girlfriend, weird is already on the table." She squeezed my shoulder once. "Text me."
"I'll text you," I said. "Can I go now?"
She stepped back a waved me off I grabbed my bag and left.
The Alpha residential building was bigger than I thought. I'd walked past it a hundred times and always assumed it was bigger than the standards dorms, what I hadn't thought was that it had a private elevator, the lobby smelled like money and the woman who appeared the second the elevator doors opened on the top floor like she'd been expecting me.
"You must be Roxanne." She gave a warm smile. "I'm Alice. I take care of the suite." She stepped back and gestured inside. "Come in, don't stand at the door."
I stepped through and immediately my mouth opened.
The suite was massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the whole space with light, expensive art hung on expensive walls, the furniture looked like it had been selected by someone who had both the taste and unlimited money. A kitchen bigger than my entire dorm room. Thick rugs over dark floors.
"WOW!" I said.
Alice smiled lol she had seen that exact reaction before. "Can I get you anything? Tea? Water?"
"I'm good, thank you." I was still looking around.
"Tyson is upstairs." She nodded toward the staircase at back of the room. "It's the first door on the left, you can head up. He's expecting you."
I pulled my eyes back to her. "Thank you.'
She gave me one more warm smile and disappeared toward the kitchen and I stood alone in Tyson Blackwood's living room for a moment and took a deep breath, then I found the staircase and went up.
I stopped at the first door on the left and knocked twice and waited.
I knocked again, harder this time. "Tyson."
Still nothing. I could hear a faint sound from inside, like water. I pushed the door open and stepped in.
His bedroom was the size of my entire dormitory floor. A massive bed stood at the far wall with a dark frame, dark expensive linen, the kind of bed yet could literally get lost in, and laid across the top of it, were several outfits that were folded.
So those were mine.
I moved closer and looked without touching. He had good taste, of course he had good taste. The universe couldn't let him just be a terrible person without also giving him a good eye and an expensive living situation.
I turned around to look at the rest of the room and the bathroom door swung open.
Tyson walked out in nothing but a towel
Water was still dripping down his chest, tracking paths through the definition of his abs and to be fair, he was packed. His dark hair was wet and pushed back, which brought out the full sharp lines of his face, his green eyes found me across the room immediately.
He didn't look surprised at all.
My eyes dropped before I could stop them, straight down to where the towel sat low on his hips and it was doing almost nothing to hide the fact that his c**k was, without question, not small.
That was me putting it in a mild way and deep down inside me, in the part of me that had been dormant and quiet for so long I sometimes forgot she existed, my wolf stirred.
She shifted, lifted her head, suddenly awake in a way she hadn't been in months, like something had just walked past that she recognized and wanted.
Down, I told her.
She did not go down.
He's the enemy, I said.
She did not care. I snapped my eyes back up to his face. He was watching me with that smug look he had.
"See something you like, Pumpkin?"
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