Chapter 133


    AARON


    Leah looks like a go dda mn sacrificial


    offering.


    And it’s a miracle we made it out of that


    suite without me dragging her to the


    nearest horizontal surface.


    She has no makeup on, at least not that I can tell. But her lips are painted bright


    red.


    It keeps me staring at her mou th and thinking about all the things I want to do


    to it.


    The whi te dress is long and almost demure. Until she moves or leans to


    the side, then I get a glimpse of all that toned, tan thigh. And don’t even get me started on the top half.


    Did she always look this?


    My memories of Leah are vivid and I’ve known her body for years, buttely everything seems


    heightened. It’s like


    we’ve been together in color and all of a sudden everything’s high def.


    Her body is sexier, that’s for sure.


    Or maybe that’s just my obsession with


    her.


    It’s something I need to hide better.


    Because as an Alpha of my stature I


    can’t afford this kind of weakness.


    My wife should be a possession. A means


    to an end.


    The physical embodiment of the peace between our packs.


    But instead I find myself wanting her, longing for her when we aren’t in bed tangling up the sheets,


    thinking about


    her when there are a thousand other


    priorities I need to address.


    When the limousine pulls to the curb, I step out first and then I extend my hand


    to help her out.


    Her fingers are so small and smooth


    petite and breakable. Yet she can match


    my passions.


    That scene from the shower…


    Holy sh it, it’s ingrained in my brain.


    Every whisper of her fingers over her flesh. Each throaty little moan. The way


    her nipples tightened up just because


    she was staring at me.


    I’m hard again.


    Da mn it.


    I adjust myself and guide her into the


    restaurant.


    “You’re really taking this first date thing


    seriously,” she mutters.


    I should’ve from the start. I know that


    now.


    TA


    But I didn’t appreciate her then.


    She was just a tool.


    V


    “It’s this way,” I tell her. I tip the maitre de a couple hundred and he leads us to a private part of the


    restaurant.


    He opens arge, dark paneled door.


    This is a separate, hidden club within Gallery. It’s Michelin-starred and every


    bit as luxurious. But this area is for


    guests requiring more…discretion.


    There is a senator at one table


    surrounded by two women who are


    definitely not his sixty-year-old wife.


    Another table has a Hollywood star and


    his entourage.


    Next are a pair of professional football yers.


    Several mid-level gangsters upy a long table against the left wall.


    “It’s just this way, sir,” our maitre de says.


    “Thank you, Antoine,” I tell him.


    We keep moving past a private wine


    cache and toward a second room. It’s


    screened off and Antoine sweeps aside a


    heavy curtain.


    What the he ll?


    I stop suddenly and Leah ms into my


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