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Chapter 81
~Zara’s POV~
My heart skipped a beat, and my mind scrambled for a response.
How the hell did Snow come to that conclusion?
I could feel my face growing hotter by the second, my body betraying me with how close we were and how his deep, rumbling voice seemed to sink into my skin.
"I’m not responsible for anything," I shot back, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held me tight, his chest vibrating with a low chuckle.
"That’s not what your body says," he teased. As if to prove his point, Snow’s fingers slid up my side, dangerously close to my waist.
I turned my head sharply, glaring at him over my shoulder. "Stop being ridiculous, Snow."
"Umm..." A lazy smile formed on his beautiful lips, his eyes half-lidded, his lips hovering just inches from mine. "Ridiculous? I’d say this is pretty damn real, Zara."
I groaned. My frustration mounted as I finally managed to slip out of his hold and sit up on the bed. "You’re impossible," I muttered, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake the lingering heat from my body.
I couldn’t afford letting Snow ignite my arousal. Bieng vulnerable with him wasn’t just part of the question.
Snow stretched out on the bed, looking entirely too comfortable with himself as he grinned up at me. "Maybe. But you love it."
I glared at him, doing my best to avoid looking at his groin where his proud erect member pointed at the ceiling.
He was such a shameless Alpha. Grabbing a pillow, I hurl it at his head. "In your dreams, Snow."
He caught the pillow with ease, laughing before tossing it aside. "You’re always in my dreams, Zara."
I rolled my eyes, not trusting myself to say anything else. Instead, I grabbed my robe and made a hasty exit, my heart still pounding from the surreal, ridiculous interaction. I needed air, space—anything to clear my head as I rushed into the bathroom.
This was going to be a long morning.
After spending what felt like hours in there and soaking in the bathtub, I managed to calm Astrid and my body before heading out. While there, I also gave some thoughts on what I wanted to do now that the mating season was over.
The hot water did wonders to calm my nerves as I soaked in the bathtub. Astrid, finally settled as the steam enveloped me, my muscles slowly unwinding from the tension that had built up throughout the morning.
Snow, I groaned inwardly, what a pain.
It wasn’t just his teasing that got to me, it was how easily he could throw me off balance. I hated how he made me feel vulnerable—physically and emotionally.
"I would also like you to go through a few things I’ve discussed with Mr. Hunk, the Vice CEO, to make sure everything is in place. Since you’re Snow’s personal assistant, I trust you’ll handle the preparations before we proceed with the final meeting."
I rolled my eyes at the title. Personal assistant? More like a personal babysitter. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, but I knew the importance of this deal. Despite everything going on, I couldn’t afford to let this slip.
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