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<Danica's POV>
Oh dear God. This? This is Alpha Terrell? Why didn't anyone tell me he was drop dead gorgeous? Of course he is. He's an alpha. Not that Alpha Gavin is. Stupid man. Ugh. Him and his foot. Oh, my foot hurts Dane, rub my foot Dane.
Disgusting.
Fuck, get yourself together, Danica. You're the dane, nothing but the great dane to them. Nothing more. To be their... servant.
I can't believe my servitude for the next three days at least are to this man. I also can't believe he caught me staring at him in the shower. But I was sent up to satisfy his needs. What needs? He's rich. He's powerful.
He can afford someone way better than me. Better looking. Better, well, anything.
Oh my God, he's turned around. I think he saw me staring. Shit. Look away! Look away! Look, oh dear sweet Luna, look at that man
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