Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 25

Chapter 25 – First Date

Ella

It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date.

I’ve been repeating the same thought over and over again. I know Sinclair is only taking me out tonight because I fell to complete pieces this afternoon. I’m still kicking myself, totally ashamed of my weakness and determined to prove myself to him after all. I spent the better part of an hour picking out my dress for tonight, eventually deciding on a little black dress that shows off my figure and makes me feel strong and sexy, nothing like my usual self.

I wrap a heavy winter coat around my body after Sinclair’s makeup artists and hairdressers finish making me up, sliding on a pair of strappy stilettos and taking a few deep breaths before heading downstairs. Sinclair is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, his emerald gaze raking up my bare legs and lingering on my coat, as if he’s tempted to unwrap it and get a preview of what’s underneath. It’s amazing how overheated he can make me feel from a single glance – he’s already seen me naked, and it’s not as if there’s any true feeling behind it anyway.

“Ready?” He asks, his deep voice making my heart stop for just a few beats.

I nod shyly, and let him guide me out the door with a hand on the small of my back. However as soon as I take a step outside, I find myself backing into Sinclair’s protective shelter. A sea of reporters is gathered just outside the estate’s gates, cameras flashing and voices raised in shouts for our attention. It’s precisely like the scene which had awaited us outside the King’s palace, only this is a random Tuesday evening – at the place I’m gradually beginning to think of as home.

“Dominic?” I squeak.

“It’s okay,” His lips brush my ear as he tucks me under his arm, “your interview aired this evening, that’s all. Early feedback would indicate you’re a hit.”

“You mean, they’re here because of me?” I whisper, praying I can walk gracefully in my heels, and that Sinclair will catch me if I start to fall flat on my face.

waving at the reporters. “If you feel nervous just take a deep

ensconced in

“but it

or is it

Sinclair conceded, in a tone that sounded as though this was a grave sacrifice. “I think you’ve had a hard

you.” I note primly, gazing

tilts upwards, “It’s

I exclaim in

okay. We’re going to a little French restaurant I know, and afterwards we’ll go dancing at a

practically bursting with curiosity. “Is shifter food very

not so different.” A low rumble, somewhere between a purr and a growl sounds in his chest. “And our dancing

my thighs together to relieve the sudden ache

of my coat, capturing images through the glass of my slinky

I know it he’s pulled me into his arms and is claiming my mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. I’m sure it’s only for the benefit of the cameras, but I melt against him immediately, letting him ravish me for all to see. My heart is hammering so powerfully when he finally releases me that I almost don’t hear him tell me how incredible I look. I’m in a complete daze as he

Sinclair’s voice drags me back into the present, and I realize more time has passed than I realize. We’re seated at the table, and a waitress is standing beside him,

water.” I manage huskily, trying

with me?” Sinclair teases

wonder if werewolf pheromones are extra powerful on humans, the more time I spend with this man, the more I feel like I’m being drugged by desire. “Mhmm,” I murmur, my voice much higher than

Sinclair’s sultry reply comes back, “I always recommend sitting side

I answer coyly, “It’s awfully warm

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