He drew back.
“Do not,” she said, “do not ever do that again.”
Chay grinned. “Not until you ask.”
He trotted up the steps and into the house.
Bianca waited. She had to wait, because her heart was racing so hard she was afraid people would hear it.
What was the name for men like Chayton Olivieri? Alpha males. That was it. She’d come across the term in her Sexual Psych class.
Alpha males.
She was surrounded by them, and now her very own sister had added a new one to the family.
“Not me,” Bianca said into the silence. “Never me.”
Head high, she gathered up the skirt of her long lavender gown and headed back to the party.