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“Why do you say my name like that?” I mutter, hurrying to keep up with him. He takes a quick left down a hallway, then up two more flights of narrow stairs, and I almost get lost trying to keep up.
He doesn’t reply, and I busy myself with taking in my surroundings, doing my best to ignore his tantalizing scent.
Brass sconces light the cream-colored walls, and I catch my reflection in the silver antique mirrors.
I look worse than I thought and I’m definitely underdressed. The oversized sweatshirt and light baggy jeans clash with the elegance of the mansion.
Perhaps that’s why the receptionist looked at me funny.
And maybe that’s why the Alpha is glancing at me with a frown. He’s stopped in front of a white door with a brass handle, his attention entirely focused on me.
“To answer your question from earlier,” he says, “I don’t work here. Iownthis place.”
Oh.
Interesting.
“Well, thank you for the upgrade,” I say awkwardly. “You really didn’t have to do that.”
There’s something stilloffabout the way he’s looking at me, and I don’t think it has to do with my scar.
He pulls a key out of his pocket and hands it to me. Our fingers brush for a moment, his cool hand against mine, and my heart thuds in my chest.
I clear my throat, hiding my reaction, and examine the key. It’s intricate, with a unique design, matching the lock on the door.
“Thank you,” I murmur, but he continues to stand there. I can feel his eyes watching me and it takes all my willpower not to snap at him.
Just go away, please. I’ve had enough of crazy men for the rest of my life.
But before I can open the door, something gently rustles around my calves.
“Mrow.”
I look down to see a furry black creature circle me and then plop down on my sneakers. The cat is well-fed, and his round face gazes up at me, green eyes bright with interest. He sports a white mustache, giving him a regal look.
He yawns, showing off glorious fangs and a tiny pink tongue.
“That’s Wilson,” the Alpha confirms, and a low purr sounds from the feline’s chest. “He’s around here a lot.”
“Hi Wilson,” I say softly, then shuffle my feet so he moves off me. He takes the hint; but merely plops inches from my sneakers on the wooden floor.
“I’m allergic,” I murmur as Wilson rolls onto his back, exposing a glorious rotund stomach. “But I think it will be fine.”
“Allergic?” he repeats, frowning. He tilts his head, and his icy eyes regard me curiously. “You’re allergic to cats?”
Why is everything I say so difficult to comprehend?
“Yes,” I confirm, turning the key but struggling with the lock.
I just want this night to be over.
Wilson blinks up at me, watching intently as the damn key won’t budge.
My face flames as the Alpha leans over me, his hand covering mine. “Like this,” he murmurs, his voice inches from my ear. “It hasn’t been used in a while, so it might get stuck. You need to work it just right, so it opens.”
Okay.
It’s time for this guy to leave, because my reaction to his words is embarrassing.
