Scarlett
By the time we pull up to the restaurant, I’m one more sultry look from Zane away from begging him to put his hand between my legs. And not just because of the heat crawling under my skin like fire with nowhere to go. No. I’m close to losing it because the blonde Alpha is gorgeous, something I’m just now beginning to notice.
Perfect jawline?
Check.
That Viking Swedish look?
Check on that too.
Zane’s a dream.
But I need to be strong.
So yeah, I try to focus on the restaurant, which is much nicer than I expected. Soft lighting. Velvet chairs. Real napkins instead of paper ones. It smells like garlic, wine, and money.
I’ve never eaten somewhere like this.
Zane leads me inside with a hand at the small of my back. It burns. Not in the bad way. In the dangerous way.
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