Alpha Alexander’s POV
As I prepared to remove my shirt, one of Vanessa’s employees, the guy with the shaved head, entered the room. His intense gaze made me pause mid-action, sensing something more than professional interest in his stare. Opting to keep my shirt on for now, I found amusement in the situation, knowing he wouldn't make any advances on my mate.
Clearing his throat, he broke the tension. "Uh, Vanessa, your next client is here," he announced, his tone tight with apprehension.
Vanessa’s unreadable expression shifted briefly. "Cancel the rest of my appointments for the day," she said curtly, irritation lacing her voice. "I'll deal with this."
The disdain in her voice was palpable, but I couldn't help but suppress a smile at the trouble I was causing. This diversion wasn't my
