Which makes the bright, cocky smile he throws me even more surprising—all white teeth, sharp canines, and smug confidence.
“Luciano Vale, at your service, ma’am.”
And hisvoice.
The soft Spanish lilt to his name does something to my stomach. My omega is practically on her back, rolling.
“Revea,” I murmur, my voice way too quiet for me.
I swallow, trying not to get distracted by those deep brown eyes, the way they hold a glint of amber in the morning sun.
“My brother said you were coming,” I say. Then mentally berate myself for making such a pointless comment.
“Yeah. Rue’s a great guy, said I’d help him out,” he says, eyes darting over my face before taking in the reception area. “He said you built all this from the ground up.”
When his gaze lands back on me, I nod.
He bites his lip and copies my nod. “Impressive.”
Right, that’s enough of being tongue-tied by this attractive alpha and his big muscles and Spanish accent.
I clear my throat, straightening my spine as I gesture to the waiting area and the sofas. “We have a few things to discuss. Sit.”
I don’t wait for him, walking past and sitting on one of the sofas, assuming he’ll take the one opposite. Instead, he sits on the coffee table, leaving him slightly higher than me and closer than I’d like.
Typical alpha. I almost roll my eyes.
“I’ll apologise now,” I start.
He frowns. “For?”
“The bitch I’m about to be.”
Luciano
She has my full attention. I mean, she had it when I saw her face through the glass.
Omegas are gorgeous; it’s literally built into their DNA to be attractive to alphas. But this woman is… wow.
I’ve never seen eyes as bright as hers. Through the misty glass, they were green, but now? They’re an icy emerald, sharp and sloped, lined with slashes of black that emphasise their shape.
Her hair’s in soft curls today; it was pin straight in that video, and I can’t decide which I like better. I also didn’t realise pink was my new preferred hair colour. It was always blonde, but the way the soft pastel strands rest against her creamy cheeks, I can’t imagine her hair any other colour.
When she crosses her legs, I’m distracted again.
Those long legs seem to never end, and in those tailored, black pants, with those pointy, blood-red heels? When she turned around and walked past me, I couldn’t help myself staring at that ass. Round and firm, andfuck.
This isn’t good.
I wanted to see her, but now I can’t look away.
And even though she’s wearing a dark, baggy jumper, I’m already imagining what’s underneath.
When she takes a deep breath, my eyes snap back to hers just in time to admire the look of sharp sternness there.
“Let me start by saying I’m very protective of my staff. Some have loving families and packs, but the majority don’t.” Her expression falters a little, but she straightens again. “They’re here to learn, work, and build their careers. But to do that, they need to feel safe. That’s my responsibility as their employer. ”
God, she’ll be a great mother.
