*Rose*
Nervous anticipation fills me as I wait for Tristan to arrive. Unlike last night with Mark, there’s no dinner. There’ll be no walk in the garden or anything romantic. He’s just coming to my room.
To f**k me.
It isn’t my choice for it to be this way, but Vienna informed me that this is the way it’s going to be this time. Earlier, when she was getting me ready, she’d said, “Alpha Tristan sent a message earlier, while you were napping, that he’d be here around seven. He said for his ‘little flower’ to be ready for him.
Little flower… that is his nickname for me. I like it. I think it’s a little old-fashioned, but nothing else about the broad-shouldered, muscular man screams traditional.
Now, I am sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a light pink negligee under a matching silk r
