I swipe the screen to hang up, meeting the handsome stranger’s eyes again. I can’t even describe that kind of blue. Dusk blue? His irises do resemble the sky just after the sun sets.
“That’s okay. I can always buy a new one,” I say.
The Alpha slips his hand into his back pocket, writing me a check. My eyes pop. “No, that’s quite all right. I’m...”
“But I insist. What is your name, love?”
I swear Tweety birds float around my head as I try to remember my name. “It’s... Renée. Renée.”
Why did I say my name twice?
The handsome stranger chuckles again, and the sound makes my heart flutter in ways it never has before. I have never had this reaction to a man. I never even felt this way about my traitorous ex.
“Well, this check should at least cover the bill for a new screen.”
My heart pounds as he passes me the check. My head spins when I spy the signature. Alexander Fontaine.
I know who he is...
Not by face. I think I would remember such a beautiful, chiseled face. He’s the CEO of Fountain Magazine. One of the biggest fashion magazines in the world.
Alexander smiles when he sees the look of disbelief in my eyes.
“You’re...” I begin to say.
The Alpha nods his head. “The exact one. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Renée.”
“You... you too, Alexander.”
His mouth quirks at the corners, and I lose myself in those heavenly lips again. “Just Alex.”
Just Alex. My head is still spinning, and I can’t believe this. I am talking to one of the most powerful men in the city.
Alex inclines his head toward the stage. “So, I take it you’re not debuting your Omega?”
What? MyOmega?
Surely, he can tell that I’m beta, right? Can he not smell my bland, papery scent? I’m not even sure if paper has a smell. Unless it’s that newbooksmell...
But the smell of a new book could hardly compare to an Omega’s scent. Omegas either smell sweet, spicy, or fruity.
His pupils blossom when he breathes in my boring scent, and a lump forms in my throat. His spicy paprika strengthens when his nose gets its fill of me, and then a low sound thrums in his chest.
I pant for breath. What the hell is happening right now? Why can I hear him growling?
Wait, no, that’s not a growl. That’s a purr. It’s so low that you can only feel it, and his purr seems to rattle deep in my bones.
Again, his scent swirls around me, and I close my eyes, feeling like a prancing deer atop the clouds. It’s as if this Alpha has awakened something inside me, and that’s when a dampness forms in my panties.
Wait. Is that slick? It can’t be.
No, it’s just my arousal. That’s normal.
I just never met a guy who could make me so wet with a look alone. Even the one I dated several years ago.
“Well, I best go, Renée. Maybe we will run into each other again sometime.”
Finally, he leaves the nosebleed section, heading up the stairs toward the green exit sign. It’s only when he vanishes that I remember my sister.