Jackson’s expression changed, and I knew what he was thinking.

I plastered an indifferent look on my face.

“So, Alpha Sterling, do you still want to treat me-a woman who sells herself-to a meal?”

Surely, Jackson wouldn’t hesitate to get out of being seen with No such luck.

“Of course,” Jackson said firmly, his voice a bit rough with his wolf.

He turned and walked toward the hotel restaurant across the lobby.

Open-mouthed, I looked at his back as he strode away, his large Alpha form ...