Abby
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it’s definitely not the look that crosses his face. His smile falls, replaced quickly by a frown. He looks genuinely confused, but I force myself not to read too much into it. He could just be faking it. I’m sure his time as an Alpha has taught him a thing or two about acting.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says. He sounds genuine, but I don’t trust him enough to believe he actually is. Not anymore.
He sits on the edge of his desk and his muscles bulge as he adjusts his seat. His suit jacket lies draped across the chair behind him, and his white dress shirt strains as he sits, contouring to his sculpted arms and chest. He crosses his long legs out in front of him.
It’s hard not to be a little distracted by him. I can feel mys
