Cecilia
My hand instinctively clutched my phone against my chest when I saw who was in the elevator with me.
"Good morning, Alpha Sebastian," I greeted. "Good morning, Beta Sawyer."
I kept my voice light and my smile natural, but the slight stiffness at the corners of my lips betrayed my inner tension.
My eyes barely skimmed across Alpha Sebastian's chest before memories from last night flashed through my mind—him pulling me into his arms, gripping my wrist, whispering in my ear...
"Good morning," Alpha Sebastian replied coolly.
His demeanor was serene, his handsome face as pristine and untouchable as perfectly sculpted ice.
I moved to stand behind him, taking a deep breath to dispel the images swirling in my head.
"New phone?" Beta Sawyer whispered beside me.
