“You know that this is all pretty expensive,” Caulin said when he could no longer keep it in. “They’re almost double what they go for at Tinto’s.” Jones shrugged. “Yeah. But how often do I get to buy something from you? I like watching you at work.” Caulin had run the previous transaction, Jones’ credit card still clutched in his hand. Jones led him back to the register, watching as Caulin scanned the items, charged the card, and bagged up the items. And maybe Caulin felt a little more confident, doing his job correctly in front of his alpha instead of stumbling and mumbling his way through
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