“Maybe you should come back to my cabin,” he says. His voice lowers. His expression is somehow less alpha. It’s not exactly friendly, but he’s set aside the usual domineering bluntness. He’s trying for charm. It doesn’t quite work, but it’s interesting to see. I’ve seen him look at females at the lodge like this, late at night. Then they follow him outside. “No.” I swallow past the tightness in my throat. “It’ll be good. I’ll do you, too, if you want.” What does that mean?
