Bred by the Alpha (Breeding Season 3)

How could she relax, not knowing what to expect?

There was no way she’d be able to finish her work. Leaving her computer, she walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Uncapping the lid, she took a long swig, all the time staring at her very silent phone.

Women weren’t supposed to make the call, right? Would he just show up Thursday?

Rubbing her forehead, she tried to think of something else, of anyone else. Even the hero in the story she was currently editing had started to look like Liam. In fact, most of her t

houghts were dominated by one man and one man alone.

“Stop being crazy.” She walked back over to her computer, sat down, and stared, her fingers poised over the keyboard. She read the first line and nothing.

For thirty minutes she kept reading over that first line, and still she couldn’t think of what to edit or write. None of the words were sinking in. This edit had been sitting in her inbox for three days. She normally had edits completed in no time, especially first round edits.

Picking up her cell phone, she ran her thumb across the screen, and brought up his number. Even as she shook her head, she pressed the call button, waiting.

If he didn’t answer she’d either hang up or leave a message.

Starting to sound desperate.

Do you think other women call their dates?

What if he doesn’t like me? Was he brushing me off by bringing me home early?

He felt that connection. I know he did.

“Hello,” Liam said. His deep voice made her melt in her chair.

She’d never been connected to any man in her life, but just hearing him talk was enough to get her going. With being socially awkward, dating was out of the question. With no dating, sex was also out of the question. She could watch all the porn she liked, or dating shows, but not once had she gotten the chance to actually be with someone.

Liam, however, featured in a lot of her fantasies.

“Hey,” she said. “It’s me, Rebecca. You know, we went on a date the other night.” Please stop rambling, or you’re going to make me sound like a loser.

“How could I forget? I’ve been wanting to call you. I’m so sorry I’ve not been in touch.”

“You did? Don’t worry about it. I know we’ve got a lot on our plates. I’ve got this edit I really need to do.” She was rambling again. What a way to bore a guy.

“I want to go out with you again,” he said.

“You do?” Don’t act so surprised. You had an awesome time.

“Do you want to go out with me again?”

His voice sounded so good. Delicious and deep. Her pussy grew slick just by listening to him, and not only that, she didn’t want him to stop talking.

“Rebecca?”

“Yes, I’d love to go out with you.”

“That’s good, because I’m standing outside your door right now.”

“Wait? What?” She looked behind her and stumbled across her living room, heading out into the corridor to check through the peephole. He was there. Holy shit! Liam stood outside her front door. He looked so sexy in the jeans and shirt he wore. The shirt was short sleeves, so she got a good look at his very muscular arms.

Her tits felt heavy, and the nipples tightened. She didn’t know what was happening, but she opened the door, smiling at him. Turning off her phone, she didn’t avert her gaze, not once. “You’re here.”

“I’m here. I was just passing through.”

“You were?”