Alpha's Little Secret
He radiated enough resentful energy to power a small city.
Meanwhile, Rhea sat cross-legged on the armrest beside him, swinging her foot cheerfully and talking like she had consumed an entire bucket of caffeine. Her hair glowed under the morning light, bouncing with every unnecessarily loud word.
“…and then I told him it wasn’t my fault his wife was flirting with the cook, and... oh! Good morning, Riv!”
Riv?
Zach did not bother to look at me. Rhea did. Her eyes dropped immediately to the oversized shirt hanging off me... and then for some reason lower, and her grin turned absolutely predatory.
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