Chapter 43
The lounge of the Public Relations Department buzzed with quiet tension, a simmering undercurrent of resentment twisting through the air like smoke. The call girls exchanged sharp whispers and sideways glances, their low murmurings weaving a tapestry of quiet hostility. Despite the stern lessons delivered by Yvette and Raven, none of the others took the warnings to heart. They paid no heed to the boss’s distaste for troublemakers, especially since none had reason to target Georgia. Their disdain had nothing to do with rules or authority–it was far more personal.
To them, Georgia was an anomaly, an interloper unworthy of her place among them. Before this, she had been nothing more than a cleaner–scrubbing grimy floors, wiping down toilets in the club’s shadowy corners for months on end. And then, without explanation or invitation, she had suddenly risen into their ranks as a Public Relations girl. Their discomfort was palpable, a mixture of disbelief and jealousy that churned beneath their polished smiles.
Georgia trailed behind Elaine, following her up to the VIP room on the fifth floor, Elaine’s face was unreadable, her expression a blank mask that concealed any hint of curiosity about why the customer had specifically requested Georgia. When they reached the door, Elaine’s voice cut through the silence with clinical precision.
“You’ll be serving in the VIP room. Remember to talk properly and act accordingly. Make sure the customers are happy. Don’t offend anyone. Understand?”
“Yes, Elaine,” Georgia replied quietly.
Elaine’s tone sharpened, dripping with disdain. “I don’t care who brought you into this department. Once you’re under me, you follow my rules. Don’t give me any trouble. If you mess up, you’re out. No one will save you–not even if they try. Got it?”
“Got it,” Georgia said softly, swallowing the sting behind those words.
Her hesitation crept in as she cautiously asked, “What’s this customer’s surname?”
She didn’t expect an answer. It was too much
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Elaine’s eyes hardened. “That’s none of your concern. Don’t ask questions. Now get in.
Before Georgia could respond, Elaine nudged her through the door. She stumbled forward, barely steady on her feet before e firm hand gripped her arm, pulling her closer. Panic flared briefly, but then a sweet, intoxicating scent curled around her senses. A velvet voice whispered into her ear.
“You’re finally here.”
Georgia’s ears burned crimson, heat rushing to her face. The man’s breath feathered against her skin, stirring an embarrassing flutter deep in her chest she struggled to suppress.
“Sir, please let go of me,” she murmured, trying to pull away.
Instead, he responded with a teasing nibble on her earlobe, his voice dripping with playful seduction. “No problem.”
His lips grazed her again, a slow, Intimate bite that left her frozen, startled by the boldness of a stranger so difficult to read.
Georgia was sure she didn’t know this man. She forced herself to remember Elaine’s warning–to swallow her discomfort and stay silent.
Cautiously, she turned her head, stealing a glance at him. The man stepped back slightly, eyes locking with hers.
“If you want to look, go ahead,” he said, a slow smile curling his lips.
Larkin was the Beta of the Sapphire Tide Pack, a wolf among wolves, whose members were renowned for their rugged.
handsomeness. Among them, Larkin was the most flawless–a living magnet for fascination and desire from both werewolves and humans alike. Yet beneath his perfect exterior was a trace of unspoken self–loathing, a subtle disdain for the very face that charmed so many.
Larkin’s eyes narrowed, intrigued by the contradictions she embodied. She was the humblest woman he’d ever encountered, yet no gesture or glance escaped his keen scrutiny. Her modesty betrayed a hidden strength, an untamed spirit that made her a challenge–an irresistible puzzle.
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