Dionne
The Alpha stood there, blocking the corridor with his presence. Up close, he was taller than I remembered, broader. His expensive suit was perfectly tailored, his dark hair styled to perfection. Everything about him screamed wealth and power, the two combinations that I had come to hate.
And his eyes. Those cold blue eyes traveled over me with undisguised hunger, the sexual interest in them barely concealed beneath a veneer of polite interest.
"Dionne." My name on his lips made my skin crawl. "What a fortunate coincidence. I was hoping to speak with you before the official announcements."
I tried to step around him, but he shifted smoothly to block my path. My back hit the wall and suddenly he was too close, invading my space in a way that appeared casual but felt deliberately threatening.
