Page 25 of Alpha Ruined
It’s breathtaking, and she hates it.
Why can’t he just answer a question like a normal person?
“Well, then what were you doing, wandering around in the prison?”
He shrugs. “I guess I just got lost.” His familiar half smile is back, and she knows he’s not going to tell her the truth.
“That’s a lie,” she counters.
He arches an eyebrow. “Is it?”
“Of course it is.”
He shrugs. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out in time, Miss Journalist.”
She shakes her head and scoffs. “I don’t understand you.”
He just grins again, and she drains the last of her tea, careful to not touch the same place his mouth was.
She needs to get out of here. She can’t believe she agreed to dinner with him, and the longer she inhales his scent, she’s not sure what else she may be amicable to.
She slams her notebook shut and places it in her bag. “Well, I’m going to?—”
“I’ll walk you out,” he says as she stands from the booth.
“You really don’t need to?—”
“I insist.”
As he stands, she’s swarmed by his scent again, delicious and welcoming.
It envelops her like a warm hug, and she almost loses her footing as he walks her toward the door. He holds it open for her, like a true gentleman, and she murmurs her thanks.
Her mother would bethrilled.
It’s hard to stay frustrated at him when he looks and smells like everything she could want in an Alpha, though.
You’re leaving soon. Get a grip.
“Hey. How did you know which car was mine?” she asks, asheleadsherto her car.
Her question doesn’t face him. “What was that?” The amused expression is back on his face, his full lips pulled into a slight smirk.
“Mycar. I didn’t tell you which car was mine.”
“Deductive reasoning. It was between a pickup truck, an old sedan with an Elmwood license plate, or your little grey hybrid.” He motions to the other cars parked around her, as if the answer was obvious. “Which one doesn’t belong here, I wonder?”
Still…
“Can you please stop trying to make me feel stupid for one second?” she huffs.
His face falls. “My apologies. I don’t think you’re stupid at all,” he says, his eyes softening. “In fact, I think you’re quite the opposite.” He reaches out and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “I find you endearing, Breana,” he says lowly, and she lets out a sigh at his touch.
Snap out of it!
He pulls his hand back and gifts her with a genuine, soft smile that makes her heart beat wildly in her chest. “I’m looking forward to our dinner tomorrow. I promise I’ll be good company.”
He’s so close that he blocks out the sun and his handsome face is all she can see.