IRENE
My hands shook as I poured myself a drink. I gulped it down in one swing and poured another, then another and in a few minutes, I lost track of how many I'd drank.
My vision was getting hazy and my head was light.
That wasn't just any kind of smell. It was a woman sending s****l advances and she had been so close to him.
He allowed her touch. He allowed her close and he allowed her to rub herself on him when he clearly knew of her intentions.
I poured myself another when the door suddenly kicked open and I'm whirling around in my office to face one very angry Alpha who banged the door shut, locked it to seal my fate and turned back to me.
He glanced between me and the drink, his eyes lingering on my face as he studied me.
“It’s not what you think,” he started but I cut him off
