Estelle's POV
The air went still—completely still.
It felt like I'd left my brain at the door.
"Oh… oh," I let out a nervous laugh. "That's good—no, I mean… I get it."
That was it. Over. And somehow, the atmosphere only grew more awkward.
I turned away to make the call.
"Alpha, what would you like to eat?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Whatever."
I rolled my eyes inwardly.
The most impossible word in the world: whatever.
So I just ordered a random assortment of dishes.
When I hung up and turned around, he had already put his tie back on. Which meant—of course—he'd seen straight through my thoughts.
"Miss Miller," he said flatly, "what you're doing now is exactly what Dante used to do."
I froze. My brain lagged a full second behind. "Dante used to do this too?!"
Si
