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The weight of the man’s Alpha presence pressed down on the cramped elevator like a thick, suffocating fog, making Georgia’s skin prickle with discomfort and unease. It was a force she could feel deep in her bones–commanding. dominant, impossible to ignore.
Her eyes flicked toward him, and the man caught the glance instantly. Without hesitation, he deepened the kiss he shared with the woman cradled in his arms, his lips pressing with more hunger and intensity. His golden eyes shimmered with at brilliance that outshone even the faintest stars, gleaming with a teasing amusement as they settled on Georgia. The spark in his gaze was playful but potent, daring her to meet it.
Flushing with sudden shyness, Georgia dropped her gaze quickly. She stepped forward with careful deliberation, turning to exit the elevator.
“Wait!” The command came sharply from behind her, cutting through the hum of the elevator’s mechanics. The man’s voice was low and steady, laced with an unmistakable authority
Georgia hesitated, reluctant to cause trouble–especially not for such a powerful Alpha and his human companion. She had no inkling why the werewolf was here or what he wanted. Her mind raced, searching for a way to smooth things over.
After a brief moment of thought, she offered a slight bow in deference.
“Please forgive me, sir,” she said, her voice rough and a little hoarse from long hours of work. “I’m just a cleaner here. I was on my way to the private rooms for cleaning. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She hoped her apology would be enough
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The man studied her with a curious tilt of his head, as if weighing the truth behind her words.
“A cleaner? Someone so young?” he mused aloud, golden eyes narrowing with interest.
Georgia simply nodded, choosing silence over words.
She wasn’t worried about him sensing her wolf nature–after all, she’d worked at the Vetro Club long enough for Charlotte
to overlook her true nature.
The man gave her an appraising look before he finally said, “Which floor are you heading to? Come in.”
Georgia blinked in surprise at the invitation. Something about his tone was odd, and she hesitated for a heartbeat, weighing her options, before stepping back into the elevator. She pressed the button for the desired floor.
The woman in the man’s arms shifted slightly, and Georgia caught a clear view of her face. It was Yvette Clark, one of the club’s well–known call girls–though “Yvette Clark” was almost certainly an alias.
Yvette was familiar with Georgia, but there was no rivalry between them. Yvette was tall, curvaceous, and confident–a far cry from Georgia’s quiet, unassuming presence. Yvette never considered her a threat.
Just as the elevator doors began to slide shut, the man abruptly pressed the open button again.
Turning to Yvette, he said, “You don’t need to come with me. Go on ahead.”
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Yvette’s face, but she wasn’t offended. Instead, she pouted with a playful edge and teased, “Mr. Foster, I want to go with you. We had such a good time. Why send me away now?”
Before she could finish, Mr. Foster pulled out a sleek black bank card from his wallet and smiled. “Go shopping. Spend whatever you want. Just sign my name.”
Yvette’s expression instantly brightened, surprise blooming into delight. She snatched the card and hurried from the
elevator.
Georgia stepped back, silent, watching the entire exchange unfold. She noticed the unmistakable glint of mockery in the man’s eyes.
Suddenly, his gaze snapped back to her, warm and challenging.
“What? You want a bank card too?” he asked with a sly grin.
“No, Mr. Foster, Georgia answered, bowing her head again.
Chapter 7
His broad form towered over her, muscles taut beneath his shirt, radiating raw power. As he stepped closer, her modest height shrank even further in contrast.
Leaning in, he whispered into her ear, voice low and conspiratorial, “Call me Dominic. Is there anyone at Vetro Club who doesn’t want money? Don’t deny it. If you’re willing to play Yvette’s part, you can have my money too.”
Georgia felt the heat of his breath tickle her ear and instinctively stepped back. But her legs betrayed her–injured once before, they faltered, and she nearly collapsed.
Before she could fall, Dominic’s arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her with an unsettling intimacy.
“Please… let me go.” Georgia pleaded, panic threading through her hoarse voice. She had never been held like this by a man before–not so close, not so possessively.
Dominic’s other hand came up to cover her mouth, silencing her abruptly. “Quiet,” he growled impatiently. “That’s strange. Most people scream when they fall. You didn’t. But why scream now?”
“Please let me go,” she whispered again, voice cracking with fear.
His eyes narrowed as a new thought struck him. “You didn’t scream because I was holding you, did you?”
A sudden flush crept up Georgia’s cheeks, rare and unmistakable. Usually calm and composed, she was caught off guard by her own reaction.
Dominic laughed–a strange, almost teasing sound–and his gaze drifted to the tips of her ears, which had turned a vivid shade of red. He held her tighter, as if delighting in a private joke.
Georgia’s face burned fiercely in embarrassment. In the bustling world of the Vetro Club, it was a rare sight to see a woman blush simply from a man’s embrace.
His excitement mounting, Dominic’s hand slid down to her waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt.
But as soon as his skin brushed hers, his expression shifted to one of stunned disbelief.
Georgia twisted, trying to push him away, desperation flashing in her eyes.
His voice dropped low, filled with surprise and confusion. “Your waist… what is this?”
Dominic stumbled over his words. “Is this why you wear so many clothes, even when it’s this hot?”
But he held back, sensing her discomfort. She winced slightly, but forced herself to appear indifferent, eyes lowered in submission.
He couldn’t fathom how her gaze could hold two such contradictory emotions at once–both bold and humble–woven tog ether so seamlessly.
Georgia shoved at him again, desperate to escape, but the elevator doors had already sealed shut. She leaned against the cold metal, taking deep, shaky breaths.
The moment the doors finally slid open, she bolted. Her legs trembled and gave out within two steps, sending her crashing to the floor. Yet she ignored the pain, pushing herself upright, bracing against the wall, moving as fast as her battered body would allow.
The most unbearable secret she carried had been exposed.
All she wanted was a simple life–steady food, shelter, a bit of peace. She dreamed of saving enough to escape to the seaside and breathe easy, away from the chaos.
She didn’t want her life to shift or twist again.
Dominic lingered behind her, curious and unhurried. There was no need to chase her. He slowed his pace, watching her move forward, fascinated.
