After one more round of amazingness, instead of cooking, Andrew had someone from the casino bring a pizza, cheese sticks, and some powerade to my house. I could hear the shock in the person’s voice when Andrew answered the door as I hid in the safety of my bed.
Andrew slipped on his dress pants and that’s all he wore when answering the door. The person probably wasn’t expecting to find their alpha half naked, marked in a bartender's cottage. I chuckled to myself hearing the surprised “Alpha?” in the other room.
“That was awkward,” Andrew grimaced, walking back into the bedroom with the food and bag of drinks.
“I could have answered the door wearing nothing but pants,” I giggled as he growled.
“No. You could not have. Your body is for my eyes only, Natasha.”
“Damn. I was planning o
