Jasmine's POV
I pushed back a strand of my hair as Dominic pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, the building gleaming under the evening lights like something out of a movie. My pulse quickened when he opened my door, his hand extended toward me with that easy confidence he wore so naturally.
"Thank you," I murmured, accepting his help.
His fingers curled gently around mine, warm and steady. "My pleasure."
The moment we stepped inside, I felt so underdressed. As usual, everything screamed luxury. Dominic's hand found the small of my back, guiding me forward as the hostess greeted us with a practiced smile.
"Reservation for Ford," he said smoothly.
"Right this way, Alpha Dominic."
Heat crept up my neck at the attention, at the way everyone seemed to recognize him and respect him
