Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 25

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 l 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 s3xy, 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 n*ked, 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 quide me out the door with a hand on the small of my back. However as soon as ! 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 l’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.

“That’s right.” He grins, waving at the reporters. “If you feel nervous just take a deep breath, and remember it will all be over in a few seconds.”

I do as he advises, and sure enough the next thing I know, I’m safely ensconced in the back seat of his limousine. “Do you ever get used to it?” I ask shakily.

“No.” Sinclair admits, “but it gets easier.”

are you going to tell me where we’re headed, or is

a tone that sounded as though

I note primly, gazing

his mouth tilts upwards, “It’s just so

I exclaim

a little French restaurant I know, and afterwards

myself practically bursting with curiosity. “Is shifter food very

– but otherwise it’s not so different.”

intense focus and scintillating tone has my body heating up like a bonfire, and I have to squeeze my th!ghs together to relieve the sudden ache at their center. It’s not a real date, it’s not a real date, it’s not a

through the glass of my slinky black dress and Sinclair’s ravenous expression when he takes in the sight. It speaks volumes that despite their blatant observation, all l could focus

I’m sure it’s only for the benefit of the cameras, but I melt against him immediately, letting him ravish me for

I’m a grown woman who’s had a healthy s3x-life, but ‘ll can’t ever recall feeling as though I’ll die

Sincláir’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, watching

water.” I manage huskily, trying

me?” Sinclair teases

powerful on humans, the more time I spend with this man, the

thank

“l always recommend sitting side by side, rather than

awfully warm in here, I wouldn’t want to

should I

I’lI be cold.”l

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