Chapter Four

As I walked towards the table, the man from the office kept a close eye on every movement of my hips. Once I reached the table, all the men stared at me, scanning me from head to toe. A bunch of perverts, if you ask me. They were gawking at me like I was their dessert, despite me being only seventeen years old. Well, only for a few more days, but still it was disgusting how they eyed me as if I was the next notch above their bedpost.

“Champagne?” I asked, looking at the group.

“Damn, I knew you were sexy, but not that sexy. My cock is so hard right now.” He stated.

I was startled when the man struck Dash forcefully at the back of his head, causing him to nearly be thrown off his chair. “Don’t be a dickhead!” He then grabbed a glass from my tray.

“Dane, stop being so polite. You’re the alpha, for Christ’s sake,” he said while rubbing the back of his head.

“Alpha?” I asked curiously.

“Shut up and go back to work,” Dash said as he was about to push me away. However, Dane interv