Sergey drove Polina to the office. She was supposed to have lunch with the Alpha. Ruslan was glad that she was making concessions. He had negotiations scheduled for the evening, and the wolf needed to remain calm. Stella escorted the girl into the office and closed the door behind them.
Ruslan caught her in his arms instantly, seated her in his chair, and buried his face against her lower abdomen. If Luna had been wearing a T-shirt, he would have been kissing her skin. But reaching under her skirt so boldly—he didn’t dare. If she took offense, he would end up killing all his suppliers. For some reason, today she was wearing a simple dress that covered her knees. The soft peach color suited her remarkably well.
“This is starting to look like a mania, Ruslan,” — she placed her hands on his
