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"I was working freelance for years, earning my own income." Seeing Howard get ready to question further, I jumped in first. "What do you all do?"
Shifting beside me, Dale set his fork down to collect his glass. "I run a model and talent agency. Everyone at this table, except Jeremy and Bob, are one of my employees at the agency."
Peering around the table, I started chuckling.
"Something funny?" Howard asked unamused.
"The moment I walked in here, I felt like I'd gone backstage at a fashion show. Now, I know why. How come you and Bob don't model, Jeremy?"
Jeremy lifted a brow at me as if to ask if I was serious. "I have a business degree; I'm not selling my body."
"Hey!" Several voices complained around the table, especially the girl on his arm.
"I am Dale's personal assistant, not an eight pack."
"I thought you were the butler?" Everyone snickered at my question. Sniggering at the insult on Jeremy's face, Bob lowered his head.
"Jeremy is filling in until I find a new chef," Dale clarified.
"I'm the only person here who can cook a damn. That's why," Jeremy added snidely.
"A five star Michelin chef taught me to cook. Just ask Alpha, he's been enjoying my cooking for a month now."
Everyone looked to Dale who smirked but said nothing. Jeremy huffed into his drink, but the side of his lips tempted a smirk. "No wonder that mangy wolf has been off his food. He's getting fed elsewhere."
Alexia laughed. "Be careful, Vera, once you feed a dog, you can't get rid of them. We'll come home to find Alpha living down the cottage." Turning her gaze to Dale, she winked.
"Not likely. I'll move Vera in here before that ever happens."
Dropping my cutlery, I knocked my glass as I started shaking, but managed to catch it before it spilled. "Sorry." Taking a deep breath, I hid my hands in my lap.
Reaching behind me, Dale placed a hand at the back of my neck as he leaned in and lowered his voice. "Calm down, Vera. I didn't mean that like it sounded. I meant Alpha wouldn't be moving to the cottage, that's all."
As the main course came out, Dale pulled away and used his fingers to massage my neck until the plates were set down. The chatter continued throughout the main meal and dessert. They gossiped about colleagues, asked Dale for particular gigs, and other random stuff. No one asked me any more questions. Every time someone looked at me, Dale gave them a hard look, and they'd discuss something else.
When the meal finished, I excused myself to freshen up as everyone left the table. As I came back to the living area, there was raucous laughter. The models were making their way to the steps downstairs along with the other five males. "What's going on?"
"Time for a swim," Alexia giggled. "Come on, join us."
"Oh, I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"Neither did we." Juliet winked before disappearing down the stairs, leaving me alone with Dale.
Eyeing me as he handed me another glass of wine, Dale smirked. "Are you sure you don't want to join them?"
"I paid way too much for this underwear to destroy it in a pool."
Eyes sparkling, Dale opened the glass doors onto the decking and motioned me to follow. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out onto the dark decking with the most gorgeous guy I'd ever met.
Chapter 6
"Do they all live here?" Watching the pack of naked models dive into the pool below, I turned around and studied the house.
"They all have rooms here, but we all have our own places in the city. I'm home every weekend, or other days it suits me. We have a pack dinner once a month; otherwise, they come home when it suits them."
"Bob lives here?"
Dale turned his body to face mine. "He does."
