Diana
I stand before the kitchen door, my heart pounding in my chest. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I reach out and turn the handle, pulling the door open.
The moment I lay eyes on him, I'm stunned into silence. Alpha Dominicus stands there, a vision in black. His shirt hugs his broad shoulders perfectly, the top two buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his chest. The black dress pants he wears only serve to emphasize his powerful build. His usually bushy beard has been neatly trimmed and combed, giving him a more polished look without diminishing his rugged appeal.
I've never felt so utterly feminine in any man's presence as I do at this moment. He's not just handsome; he's breathtakingly, devastatingly masculine.
As I take him in, I notice his eyes roving over me as well. His gaze is intense, almost palpable as it travels slowly down the length of my body. From the top of my head, past the modest neckline of my dress, down to the simple pumps on my feet, and
