"It's the new stripper, Alpha. Red." Neil answered. He could swear he saw the alpha stiffen as he stood. It was clear he did not have the same stance as Bentley or Neil. Rather, his face contorted with anger, and mirrored iciness and Neil was fairly confused. This was a huge plus to his business. Why did he treat it as trivial?
"What does he want with her?"
Neil corked his brow at the Alpha's question. The man's sudden interest in the stripper's activities was strange, but he answered, nonetheless.
"I do not know, Alpha. He only told us about the private dance."
"Reject his offer. Bring her up to my suite." He ordered.
Neil blinked twice, he was almost going to ask the alpha to repeat himself. But, his tongue tied itself to save his head and his job. He muttered a reply instead.
