99 Times for Alpha’s Bestie novel Chapter 191

“Alpha Thorne! This—This is most inappropriate! We can’t let you lift that, you’re a client, not an employee of the company.” The moment Lucien took hold of the furniture, Merlin rushed over in a panic, hurriedly supporting the other end.

“It’s fine. Where does it go?” Lucien asked.

Merlin huffed, but backed down, sensing that Lucien wouldn’t himself.

“This way, please, it’s just over there!” The two workers snapped to attention, flustered, pointing towards a container truck being loaded about three hundred meters away.

“Let’s go.” Lucien jerked forward, commanding the two workers to get moving. With a glance telling me to step back, Lucien single-handedly lifted one corner of the heavy piece and started moving forward with the workers.

I knew that Lucien worked out regularly, He worked out regularly, and being a full-blooded Alpha male in his prime, this weight was a mere trifle for him.

Merlin, on the other hand, was clearly struggling. He was the quintessential desk-bound intellectual, never accustomed to the rigors of heavy lifting. His family might have been among the affluent, wielding a bit more influence within the Sterling Moon pack than most, but he lacked the strength of a robust wolf.

When they finally set the piece down, the two workers were panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Merlin crumpled onto the ground, utterly exhausted. In stark contrast, Lucien stood tall and composed, as if he had merely carried a small bag of groceries.

I had trailed behind quietly, observing the entire scene unfold.

It was no surprise that the saying about tall men being strong and capable held some truth.

Especially the part about being well-endowed; if the billy club I felt pressing against me last night was any indication of what Lucien had hidden away, I could only imagine.

My gaze wandered to Lucien’s exposed forearm, and my thoughts drifted off until an unexpected and suggestive image flashed through my mind uninvited. Heat rushed to my cheeks, turning my face a brilliant shade of crimson.

Lucien accepted a white towel from one of the workers, wiped his hands with a casual ease, and then sauntered over to me with a confident swagger and a knowing smirk.

He raised a finger and flicked my forehead sharply.

“Aren’t you here to work? Stop picturing me naked, Claire. I’m not just a piece of meat, you know.” His playful teasing only intensified the blush that stained my cheeks.

“I-I wasn’t!” I stammered, utterly mortified, scrambling to cover up my embarrassment.

Then, leaning in close to my ear, his voice dropped to a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “Save those dirty thoughts for tonight, beautiful.”

I froze, caught off guard by the unexpected intimacy of his words.

By the time I regained my composure, Lucien was already striding alongside Merlin toward the other side of the workshop.

The furniture he had custom-ordered was now proudly displayed in the showroom, a testament to our hard work.

I had inspected it multiple times, ensuring every flaw was corrected and every deviation from the design was addressed.

Lucien walked around the piece, a faint smile breaking across his face. “I’ll have John arrange for the final payment immediately. Tomorrow’s the weekend; I’ll be having dinner with my father. You should come along too, Claire.”

My heart raced at his invitation.

Was I truly hearing him correctly? Lucien had been having dinner with his father every weekend now. When we had first reconnected, he had relished making his father’s life miserable. What had changed?

And when he said I should come along—did that mean I was invited to join the dinner, or was it simply to deliver the furniture?

Unsure and hesitant to seek clarification, I nodded quickly. “Understood, Lucien.”

“I’ll leave you to it. I have other matters to attend to,” he said before departing with a sense of purpose.

“Alpha Thorne seems quite pleased. Claire, excellent work! This is another major success for the company. Your bonus this month will be doubled,” Merlin remarked appreciatively, giving my shoulder an encouraging pat.

“Thank you, Mr. White,” I replied, a faint smile gracing my lips.

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