Reba’s POV
My blood instantly froze at his words, as if my entire body had been plunged into ice water. So the werewolf world was this dangerous–Sofia wasn’t wrong.
We reached the door, which Raymond unlocked with a key card before handing it to me. His voice sounded distant and unreal in my ears. “This is yours.”
He stepped inside, cing my suitcase in the entryway. “Mr. Sterling said to make yourselffortable. He’ll be hometer this evening.”
After Raymond left, I stood frozen in the entryway, like a statue petrified by fear. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, each breath seeming to require enormous courage. What had I done? Had I really agreed to this arrangement? My chest tightened with anxiety, cold sweat forming on my
palms.
Several minutester, I finally gathered my courage and began to explore. The main living area featured floor–to–ceiling windows overlooking a private garden, furnished with plush cream–colored sofas and artful arrangements. A state–of–the–art entertainment system upied one wall, while shelves of books lined another. My fingertips lightly traced the spines, imagining Dominic reading here, a thought that made my heart beat slightly faster.
The kitchen, though smaller than what I glimpsed of the main house, was still a chef’s dream— gleaming stainless steel appliances, marble countertops, and a fully stocked refrigerator. I opened it curiously, finding fresh produce, premium cuts of meat, imported cheeses, and an array of beverages.
“Someone’s been shopping,” I murmured to myself, noting how many of the items were things I actually liked. Had Dominic researched my preferences, or was this a lucky coincidence? The thought sent a strange warmth spreading through my chest, apanied by a slight unease at being so
transparent.
Beyond the main living area, I found a home office equipped with a high–endputer and printer, a small but well–appointed gym with yoga equipment, and finally, the bedroom.
I paused in the doorway, anxiety washing over me like a tide, nearly suffocating me. The king–sized bed dominated the room, its pristine white duvet and mountain of pillows looking both inviting and intimidating. My cheeks burned at the thought of what might happen there, while a chill simultaneously crawled up my spine. Was this where Dominic expected us to spend our nights… together?
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It was all so perfect, so luxurious, so far removed from the reality I’d known just days ago when I was worried about depleting my savings and helping my parents pay their bills. A powerful sense of unreality hit me, making me feel dizzy.
The soft chime of the door system alerted me to someone’s arrival. I jumped up from the sofa, my
heart nearly leaping out of my chest. I quickly straightened my clothes, checking my reflection in a
decorative mirror. I’d changed twice already, unsure what Dominic expected for this first evening in
his home. My fingers trembled slightly, my breathing bing unsteady.
The door opened to reveal Dominic himself, still in his business suit though looking considerably
more tired than he had in his office earlier. His tie was loosened, and his jacket slightly rumpled.
Even in his fatigued state, hismanding presence still made my heart involuntarily beat faster.
“Reba,” he acknowledged with a nod, his voice carrying that samemanding presence despite
his evident fatigue. “I see you’ve settled in.”
I nodded, suddenly uncertain of my role. Was I supposed to greet him with a kiss? Take his briefcase? Act like a girlfriend or an employee? These questions tumbled through my mind, making my fingers tremble slightly with nervousness.
Deciding to err on the side of fulfilling our agreement, I approached him and reached for his suit
jacket. “Let me take that for you.” My voice came out softer than I had intended.
He allowed me to help him remove the jacket, watching me with an unreadable expression as I carefully hung it in the nearby closet. I could feel his gaze on me, like a tangible touch, making my skin tingle with a strange mix of tension and anticipation. When I returned, I gestured toward the
kitchen.
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