Page 111 of Sweet Temptation

“Thanks. I’ve dated a few alphas myself.”

“You mean, they’ve tried to date you.”

“What?”

“Oh, honey. You don’t do alphas.”

“Huh,” she said, like she was seriously pondering that. “But you do?”

“You know I do. If you think for one sweet second that any man on Earth is gonna lock me down, longterm, he’d better be as alpha as that man in my guest room right now.”

“Okay,” she agreed, “that sounds about right. Which is why Flynn was such a question mark. Hate to break it to you, but Flynn is no alpha.”

“No shit. The man is in love with a woman from afar and totally sitting on it. I’m gonna crack that shit wide open, though, don’t you worry.”

“Oh, I’m worried.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to that man’s wedding before you walk down the aisle yourself.”

“That may be true.”

“Maybe I can hustle my way into that wedding party, too…” I mused.

Elle snickered.

A text message popped up on my phone.

Ronan: The taxi is here.

“Babe, I’ve gotta go. The alpha’s waiting for me.”

“When are you back?”

“Sunday. I’ve got the show in Toronto, then Montreal, then I’m stopping in Hope to visit my brother on the way back.”

“Okay. Have fun. And don’t take any shit from that alpha of yours.”

“I’ll try.”

“My God, Summer. Listen to you. You’ve got it bad.”

“Shut up. He has these amazing muscles along his forearms, and just the right amount of tattoos… When he opens doors for me, it makes me wet. Are you seriously telling me that never happens to you with Flynn?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s what I’m telling you.”

“So, you’re saying… it’s totally not standard to have to change your panties because your bodyguard opened a door for you?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.”

“Huh.”

Elle groaned. “Text me from the road. Let me know how it’s going.”

“What, my career? Or the handsome man-beast breathing down my neck?”

“Both, obviously.”

“Okay. Love you, babe.”

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