Rowan grabbed the stripper’s wrists before her hands could touch his neck where they’d been aimed. “Alpha,” he growled. “Now get off.”
Cherry gasped, her cheeks flushing as Rowan lifted her with one hand wrapped around both wrists and plopped her down on the sofa beside him. “My Alpha,” she breathed, her arousal and perfume nauseating Rowan.
Voss gave him a sharp look, and the Alpha sighed. He wasn’t a d**k to women, but he didn’t want to be touched. “I’ll pay for your time, but I do not need a lap dance or anything else for that matter,” Rowan clipped, finally putting his phone away in the inside pocket of his jacket.
Cherry leaned towards him, pushing her breasts together so they almost spilt from her bra, a finger running down his shirt. “Are you sure? I don’t mind. For you, I’d danc
