*Frannie*
My clothing is simple enough that I don’t normally require the services of a maid. But for tonight, I seek the help of one of Jack’s girls.
Sitting in a chair holding the silver-backed looking glass… a gift from Luc… I watch as Prudence works to tame my wild red hair. Pulling it back into a tight bun simply isn’t what I want tonight.
I have no misconceptions regarding where this encounter will lead: to absolutely nowhere. He is, after all, an Alpha, while I am quite simply… Frannie Tempest. But I can’t deny an attraction exists between us that I have never before experienced with any other man. And the way he looks at me… as though he would gobble me up if he could… once frightened me, but now I rather like it.
I enjoy listening to his stories, am fascinated with his kind r
