Feisty Plump Mate For The Arrogant Alpha
"You told me to be ready when you called. Which I was. Maybe next time you tell me where I should wait for you."
Aaron clearly seemed taken aback by my response, but before he could snap back, the blonde woman let out a soft, amused laugh.
She turned her icy blue eyes toward me, her gaze sliding slowly down my black trousers and white shirt with a polite, practiced smile.
"You must be Bree," she said, her voice smooth and melodic. She tilted her head toward Aaron, offering him a conspiratorial look. "You weren't exaggerating, darling. She really is a bit solid for a personal assistant, isn't she? Still... I suppose she seems sweet."