Zara
We entered the back room, and Halima stood there, her hair up in a bun, frowning as always. She was eagerly ordering the staff to prepare everything before the models arrived.
Turning to , she exclaid with relief.
"Zara, I’m so glad you’re early. There’s so much work to do on your skin." She snapped her fingers, beckoning two girls over. Judging by their appearance, they looked like beauty specialists.
My skin? What’s wrong with my skin? I gingerly touched my face.
"Take Zara to room number 1. Massage and mask, manicure and pedicure, WAXING THERAPY. I want her to have the full treatnt. Not a single stray hair on her body," she ordered.
Waxing? I hated that damn thing; it pulled my hair so painfully.
"Don’t be a coward, Zara," Nova scolded .
Both of them rushed toward with professional smiles. Tall and slender, they resembled fashionistas and beauty influencers blogging on social dia.
"Can you co with us?" the light-brown-haired woman asked softly. I agreed without hesitation.
"I need to check if the CEO likes the room," Miranda inford Halima and followed .
"We’ve got everything sorted out. You can check and let know. If anything’s missing, just let know." Halima then turned away, busying herself with other things. Tension seed to have beco a permanent part of this poor woman’s face.
I hoped she’d be able to get a long vacation after the event. Maybe I’d be able to exchange a few words with Alpha Kane.
We were led into a brightly lit hall. The bright light was enough to dazzle: comfortable chairs, LED-lit mirrors, and everything necessary to prepare for today’s event.
It was hot, so the room was quite cozy. I took off my jacket, and a girl with brown hair took it from and hung it on a coat rack.
Miranda made sure the room was furnished according to Alpha’s taste. After pointing out a few changes, such as the brush she used to comb her hair (wooden instead of tal) and the cooling eye patches for tired eyes, she approved of everything else.
I realized there was so much more I needed to learn about Alpha Kane. Small and important details. He was very ticulous about his belongings and wanted them in a certain condition.
"Zara, I need to go upstairs. The CEO will need . You’re in good hands, so I’ll see you at the ramp." Coming closer, she gave a light hug and left.
I sighed, but nodded at her and smiled warmly.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the girls locked it to prevent anyone from entering.
"Miss Zara, it’s ti for us to begin. There’s a lot to do. Just sit here and relax, and we’ll do the rest." The girls sat down on one of the chairs and began preparing to look more desirable and model-like.
They handed a small silk slip with hair-thin straps that barely covered my butt.
"Please! Change, and we’ll begin."
Without complaining, I went behind the partition, took off everything except my panties, and put on the slip. It fit snugly and was incredibly comfortable.
Ah! Well, the salon ca to , so why not take advantage of it? I leisurely walked to the offered chair and leaned back. Closing my eyes, I simply relaxed while the girls worked their magic and transford .
A few hours later, having plucked all the hairs from my body except for those around my eyes and on my head, and having thoroughly dried , the girls went for a lunch break. Before leaving, they applied a relaxing cucumber mask to my face.
"Please! Leave this on until we return." I nodded, following their instructions.
Alpha Kane’s thoughts surfaced in my mind, and I decided to call and see if he’d brought lunch. Miranda had been handling it since my injury, and then she’d taken over organizing the event.
But the door to the room swung open, and Alpha Kane walked in like a fresh gust of wind, carrying two boxes of food.
Alpha’s eyes, like dark velvet, widened slightly when I saw myself in just my slip, my ample thighs bare, my face mask on.
"Hey!" Alpha Kane said in his heavy voice. "I brought us lunch." Alpha’s gaze never left my hips. I wanted to hug those muscular arms of his, capable of driving any woman crazy.
"Hey!"
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as Alpha Kane approached and placed both boxes on the table.
Without hesitation, Alpha Kane grabbed my hips and pulled toward him. The warmth of his body penetrated my bare skin as his face was level with mine, and we were just a step apart.
"They called you sexy, she-wolf."
***
Alpha Kane
Lack of sleep had made terribly irritable, but sleeping in her lap lifted my spirits a little. When I entered the room reserved for us, a surprise awaited .
My she-wolf sat in a lounge chair, her fleshy thighs exposed. A green mask hid her face. A silk slip covered her torso, clinging to her heavy breasts in a way that made want to grab them and caress them. Knead them like bread dough.
"Sexy, that’s what I called you, Blue Rose," I whispered, running my hand down her thigh.
Her eyes widened, and a blush spread across her cheeks, but she didn’t wave my hand away.
"You always have the right words to make a woman feel special, hmm," she said with a hint of skepticism, and I didn’t understand why she said it.
"I just want to make you feel special." My fingers dug into her soft skin, and it flushed under my touch.
"But why? No one’s looking, so we don’t have to pretend. So why?" she asked cautiously, swallowing hard and trying not to lose her composure.
I saw her neck already trying to arch. Her nipples poked out from under the fabric, as if inviting to take them into my mouth and suck for hours while she squird with pleasure.
Was she right? Why was I so worried and desiring her if this was just a fake relationship? The answer was too complicated, and I didn’t want to dwell on it.
I removed my hand and said dejectedly, "You’re right. Let’s eat."
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