Venita
Eric and I went to the packhouse and went to our rooms to clean up. He explained to me that now he had work to do and I would be meeting the other couples that helped make up leadership in the pack. I showered quickly without getting my dreads wet and pulled on a pair of tight blue jeans and a t-shirt. I had no idea what I needed to wear so I put on the nicest things I had.
I stepped out of my room right as Eric was stepping out of his. I assessed how he looked. He had dress pants on and a dark blue polo shirt that hugged his muscular frame. He looked like an Alpha in charge and it was sexy. Why did I like the way he looked? Why did I care how I looked? I didn’t like this. I never cared what anyone thought of me and now I cared.
“This is the nicest thing I have. Is it ok?” I a
