Sixty three

RHY’S POV

There was something about her, something I couldn’t exactly place. It was an attraction, sizzling and hot and strange. I wanted her more and more, as if I was being tied to her somehow. Of course, that wasn’t technically possible as she wasn’t my mate, which boiled down to the fact that she seduced me, or at least she tried to. To be fair, I had quite a moment trying to keep my head straight. Somehow she seemed to embolden everything I wanted or more; that was until she slapped me.

I rolled from side to side in my moveable chair and wondered what I did wrong to warrant that slap. Was it the way I spoke to her? Was she being regretful about being with me? It wasn’t like we were together, together. She was too drunk to find out…oh. I suddenly knew why she had slapped me.

There was a knock on the door before Craig stuck his head in.

“Alpha Rhys, you in here? I’ve been calling your name and you didn’t answer.”

I waved my hand in the air. “Come on in. I was just deep in thoughts,