The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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.

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

ensconced in the back seat of his limousine. “Do you ever

“but

where we’re headed, or is it another surprise?” I guess, trying not to sound

conceded, in a tone that sounded as though

I note primly,

mouth tilts upwards, “It’s just so

exclaim

laughs. “Okay, okay. We’re going to a little French restaurant I know, and afterwards we’ll

myself practically bursting with curiosity. “Is shifter food very different from human

– but otherwise it’s not so different.” A low rumble, somewhere between a purr and a growl sounds in his chest.

up like a bonfire, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to relieve the sudden ache at

the reporters have followed us to the restaurant, and they’re waiting when Sinclair helps me from the car. Their cameras are still flashing when the hostess helps me out of my coat, capturing images through the

don’t hear him tell me how incredible I look. I’m in a complete daze as

more time has passed than I realize. We’re seated at the table, and a waitress is standing beside him, watching me with an

water.” I manage huskily, trying to

me?” Sinclair teases

more time I spend with this man, the more I feel like I’m being drugged by

talking about the menu, but Sinclair’s sultry reply comes back, “I always recommend sitting side

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