CHAPTER 37: WOMAN TO WOMAN-2
“Would the beautiful tady honor me with a dance?”
Rafael’s smile tightens almost imperceptibly.
Knox doesn’t wait for my answer-he’s already guiding me toward the dance floor, his hand firm on my
lower back.
“You know,” Rafael calls after us, “one of these days she might actually choose the rescue.”
Knox doesn’t respond. Doesn’t look back. Just pulls me closer as the jazz band slides into something sic
and sultry.
move together in the center of the dance floor, his hand on the small of my back, my body pressed
st his.
timate in a way our fucking somehow isn’t. Like being held instead of taken. Like connection instea
ombat.
otice how natural he looks in this room. How the other alphas watch him with barely concealed envy.
How power radiates from him without effort, without performance-it’s simply what he is.
“Do you enjoy this?” I ask, unable to stop myself. “The politics. The maneuvering. Everyone watching your
every move.”
“I tolerate it.” He sounds tired. “What I actually enjoy is knowing that every man in this room would kill to
be exactly where I am right now.”
“Dancing?”
“Holding the most beautiful woman at the Summit.”
The words shouldn’t affect me. They’re probably calculated, part of the performance, exactly the kind of thing a man says when he’s been trained since birth to manipulate rooms full of powerful people.
But my stupid heart flutters anyway.
Knox lowers his mouth to my ear, and his voice becomes pure seduction.
“I’ve been thinking about how inappropriate it would be if I took you behind that Christmas tree in the corner and fucked you right under their noses.”
Heat floods through me. “That wouldn’t be very respectful to the other guests”
“Fuck the other guests.”
I laugh despite myself-a real laugh, surprised out of me-and something in his expression softens. Just a


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