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I don’t know what I expected his place to look like–maybe a little condo, considering he’s an older, lone alpha. Somewhere he can bring women whenever he pleases and then kick them out the next day. I’m taken aback by this stunning place nestled on the outskirts of town.
It’s big enough for an entire pack to live in.
Grabbing my pajamas, I throw them into a bag, along with toiletries and a change of clothes. This is such a bad idea, but the promise of sleeping in a bed–a plush, comfortable bed–is too tempting, too overdue for me to say no.
If what I’ve seen so far is any indication, I’d be willing to guess the sheets are made of imported, thousand thread-count silk. It seems like his taste. Alessandro obviously spares no expense in any aspect of his life, but he isn’t flashy about it.
I don’t understand him.
He has all the money, power, and clout he could ask for, yet no mate or pack.
Is he a psycho? A serial killer? Have I just walked into a trap I won’t be able to walk out of?
As long as he lets me take a shower and have a long, uninterrupted night of sleep, I’ll figure out the rest later. At least that’s what I tell myself as I walk up to the front door, despite alarm bells going off in my head. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my bubbling nerves, and jam my finger into the doorbell.
Alessandro answers the door wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, nearly making my jaw drop before I remember he’s my boss and I definitely shouldn’t be ogling over him. I’ve never seen him look so casual, and dammit if he doesn’t look incredible.
Who am I kidding?
The man would look amazing in anything he wears, but right now, I have to fight to keep my gaze above his beltline.
“I thought you might have changed your mind,” he says, stepping aside to let me in, and the second I’m over the threshold, I know I don’t belong here.
As if the handsome exterior wasn’t a good enough indication, the interior is dripping in expensive decor–ornate light fixtures, unique art from paintings to sculptures, and sleek, elegant furniture. I’ve never been in a place this luxurious, and I haven’t even gotten past the living room.
“Are you okay?” Alessandro tilts his head to the side, and I realize my mouth’s been hanging open unattractively. I snap it closed.
“I’m fine. Just tired,” I say, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Seeing Alessandro and realizing just how alone we are, where there’s no chance of anyone overhearing us or walking in suddenly, has my blood racing through my veins and my cheeks heating. He might not have expressed any interest in me or even have salacious things on his mind, but, despite our age gap and dispositions, he’s still an alpha.
His essence calls to me, making it more difficult to stay away from him the longer we’re together, and the strong bourbon scent pouring off him is intoxicating enough to make my thoughts fuzzy.
I shake my head and beat back my dirty thoughts, taking a half-step away from him, as if it’ll help anything.
It doesn’t.
I still smell the bourbon and smoke pouring off him, tendrils of temptation curling around me, twisting my stomach into a sickening knot. I’m really questioning my decision to come here as my mind wanders into dangerous territory–like what he’s packing beneath those sweatpants.
Get it together, Jessa.
“This way,” he says, turning to lead me further into the house.
We take the stairs to the second floor, my heart rate spiking with every step that takes me closer to a bedroom, all while trying to steal glimpses of the extravagant place around me. Maybe Alessandro will give me a proper tour in the morning after I’ve had a good night’s sleep.Maybe he’ll put me to bed so I sleep extra well.
Heat swirls in my abdomen and sinks between my thighs, transforming into a pulsing ache as slick forms, soaking my panties. I wonder if he can sense my arousal and if he’s just too polite to say anything, or if he’s thinking the same things I am.
My cheeks warm, and I swallow hard, thoughts growing wilder by the second. Will Alessandro stay true to his word and let me sleep alone, or will he convince me into his bed tonight? With an alpha, it’s always hard to tell their true character until you get them alone.
I’ve already learned that lesson once.
Without my scent blocker, I’d stand absolutely no chance.
It’s in an alpha’s blood to be drawn to omegas–it’s something they can’t control. So even with the purest of intentions, if my scent blocker wears off, there would be little to no hope for him to honor his word. This house would be a lion’s den, and I’d be offering myself up willingly by walking through the front door.
Not that I would mind, as the throb between my thighs becomes a steady heartbeat.
He leads me to a spare bedroom, one dripping in pale blue and silver decorations, and my mind continues to wander when he doesn’t close the gap between us. I’m waiting, the anticipation of his next move enough to drive me crazy, but he just casually shows me where the bathroom and extra towels are.
