Lucas was tugging a plain T-shirt over his head when he heard the door open behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
He suppressed a sigh. He wasn't in the mood for this. He would never be in the mood for this.
But Sarah, apparently, was.
Dressed to kill in a skin-tight bodycon dress that left nothing to the imagination, she strutted toward him. The fabric clung to her curves.
"Alpha…" she purred.
Lucas remained still, hands tucked casually into his pockets. He watched as she approached, eyes half-lidded.
Sarah closed the distance between them, pressing her palms flat against his chest, fingers deliberately brushing over his nipples.
She smiled at the flicker of his muscles beneath her touch, mistaking the involuntary reaction for interest. He let her believe it.
"I have missed being with you like this," she murmured, her hands slipping beneath his shirt, nails dragging lightly over his bare skin.
Lucas felt nothing.
