Dina’s POV
“You got a job,” Rita asked, and I could feel my cheeks burning up with every word she spoke. “As the alpha’s maid?”
Her grin was so broad at this point, I all but knew what the Grand Canyon looked like.
“Yes,” I muttered, hoping the earth would open and swallow me whole. The s****l undertone in Rita’s voice and the scheming glint in her eyes was just about too much for my burning cheeks. “I live there too,” I confessed, making my best friend's grin grow to a full-blown suggesting smirk. I sighed. “For practical reasons--- Rita! Why must you turn everything into something s****l?”
At that, she threw her head back and laughed. Rita was one of those gorgeous, short brunettes who could rock a miniskirt and 8-inch heels, just as fabulously as an over-sized painted T-shirt and du
