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Ezra doesn’t look sure about leaving us together, but his options are limited.

“You two should get moving,” I tell him. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

I hold my breath, waiting to see if our lead Alpha wants to override my orders.

He nods at me, and I nod back as I let out a relieved breath.

“We’ll see you in the morning,” he echoes softly before they leave.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lana

This can’t be happening. I’m alone in my office with another hot guy I absolutely can’t have, and I’m too damn mad about it to think about getting any work done.

I should cut my losses and go to bed, but I’m halfway afraid he’ll insist on staying inside my suite once we get there, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

He might be Ezra’s mate, but he’s also a stranger.

I’ve barely known him for three minutes and I’m already regretting letting him into the building.

“You do whatever you need to do. I won’t disturb you.” He moves over to the door and leans against the wall.

“You’re disturbing me by being in here,” I mutter, as I sit back down and attempt to concentrate.

There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to work on my speech right now.

I open an internet tab instead and double check Erika’s file to get her clothing sizes.

If I have to sit here with a moody Alpha distracting me, I can at least order my new receptionist some normal clothes she can feel comfortable in while she’s at work.

It’s an activity I haven’t done for myself in a while, and it’s kind of fun to shop for someone else.

Erika seems to favor color over monochromes, so I make sure I don’t only order her basic black and white items. I add a few cute sweaters in pretty colors that I’m sure she likes.

Once I have a week’s worth of complete outfits in my basket, I take my keys out of my pocket and open the top drawer of my desk to grab the company credit card.

One of the first things I had to do when I took over was get the card changed into my name.

Neither of Geraldine’s predecessors bothered to do this, so it was still in her name, and it’s not like Geraldine was a nobody. Everyone knew who she was, and as far as everyone knew, she was killed by Frank Palmer, the world’s most prolific serial killer.

It was kind of a pain in the ass to get it changed over, but I’m glad I did it.

I feel a little more relaxed by the time I put the card back and lock the drawer.

One less thing on my list, and I made the purchase in time to secure next day delivery, so Erika won’t have to wait too long for her new work wardrobe.

It puts a smile on my lips.

It’s a bit easier to move onto the less fun stuff afterward, and I even start to forget about the blonde hunk in black leather looming next to the door as if he’s ready to tackle anyone who knocks.

Chances of a visitor at this time of night are low.

The Omegas will be in their suites, the day staff have gone home, or to their suites, and the one scheduled visitor that Iknow about will be processed and let into the building by the security staff. So, I’m not expecting anyone.

My guest in black leather is in for a slow night.

Serves him right for pulling Pete off the assignment.

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