Chapter 107

ALPHA ZADE

She is going to be the death of me. She was made to torture me, and damn if she isn't doing it to the best of her ability.

I'm never going to get the image of her in that matching bra and panties out of my head, no matter how many times and I try to push it to the back of my mind. It is like the more I tried to get rid of it, the more clearly I saw her in front of me.

I didn't know when my legs carried me to the bed but I sat on the edge of it, my mind giving me very vivid images of what I want to do to her, how I'm going to do them.

I'm sporting a very obvious bulge by the time I hear the click of the door being unlocked and her footsteps as she walks out. I didn't open my eyes even as her scent filled every corner of the room.

"Can you..." she stops and clears her throat. I still didn't open my eyes or do anything to show I heard her. "Can you help me zip up?"

That made my eyes snap open before I finished the decision to see if I want