“He’s sweet.”
And just like that, I understand why my pack are interested. I laugh. I can’t help it.
“What?” She’s laughing a little too, and damn, that’s an attractive sound.
“I don’t think anyone has ever called Sylvan that.”
She arches a thin brow at me. “What do people normally say?”
I shake my head, still smiling. “Not that.”
“I know he can be...blunt,” she says, trying to be careful with her words. “And he seems to get a little... fixated on things.” She has no idea.“Which is why I’m glad you’re here.”
For the first time since we’ve met, she appears uncertain. My alpha immediately notices.
“Can we talk?”
“Sure,” I say, suddenly eager to ease her concern. “But I need to ask you something first.”
Revea
This man is… wow.
The epitome of an alpha. If there’s an alpha diagram out there, it’ll be him. His body, his face, hishair.
My god.
I try not to focus on it too much. I mean, there’s a lot of him to look at. He’s taller than all the men in his pack, broader too, and those eyes. A grey that shines almost silver in the sun. I’ve noticed the odd scars poking up from under the neck of his compression shirt, over his biceps, the silvery skin just adding to his alpha dominance.
But hishair.
When a man is confident enough to know he can rock longer hair, it does something to me.
The silky black strands hit his shoulders, thick enough that half is swept back into a perfect bun I just know he threw up in seconds. Bet he didn’t even look in the mirror.
This is not good.
I had an inkling he might turn up today, because I already know Sylvan, meaning when he says something, he’s not joking, and it’s happening. Which is why I put on my lucky boots.
Thank god, because this man istall.And his shoulders are broad, and… goddamn, I didn’t think this pack could be any more attractive. Then in comes a mega-alpha with the hair of my dreams.
Hair I’m about to touch.
That was his question, a haircut, and I agreed without even thinking about the repercussions. Like how a haircut requires touching.Lotsof touching.
My inner turmoil continues as I lead Kaiden to one of the furthest chairs on the salon floor. He sits, his large frame barely fitting, because these chairs were made mainly for women. Omegas, betas, not this man.
I know for a fact that not one of my aprons will clasp around his neck. I’ll just have to try my best not to get any hair on him or touch him any more than I have to.
Ugh, why did I say yes?
No. This is fine. That’s enough Slutty Revea. Professional Revea needs to step up. Now.
“I don’t know what your packmates have told you about me,” I begin, gently unloosening his bun and slipping the black tie over my wrist for safekeeping, “but I’ve mentioned, quite a few times, that I’m very focused on my business currently…”
My words trail off as I meet his gaze in the mirror, the corner of his mouth kicking up into a devilish smirk that has my fingers frozen in his soft hair.
“Do I get the five-year plan speech too?” he says.
