Sold To The Untouchable Alpha novel Chapter 22

[Ivan’s POV]

I watched as Arissa stood there looking like a deer in headlights. Her bright blue eyes, which were usually striking, stood out even more thanks to the eye makeup that Christine had applied and her full lips, which were now painted red, popped open in an audible "Oh".

Skimming down her body, I took in the much too tight black dress that I had specifically picked out for her and felt a surge of appreciation. Just as I had expected, it hugged all her curves just right, allowing her huge breasts to stick out just enough to tease, but not enough to make her come out as a whore. Not to mention that ass that I was still very disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to touch, was hugged perfectly, making it appear even bigger than it actually was.

Her long blond hair, that usually hung limply down her shoulders, or was held up in a ponytail, was fixed into an intricate braid that was wrapped tightly at the top of her head and surrounded by a silver wreath of diamond flowers.

She was breathtaking, and I was beginning to have second thoughts about bringing her along with me to see my brother and old man.

"What the hell are you staring at?" Arissa finally growled, drawing my attention back to her face. "I’m a human, not a piece of meat, you pervert."

"I don’t think you’re in any position to call me that." I pointed out, taking a few steps forward, so I was standing close enough to her to feel her warmth seeping into my skin. "Who is the one that keeps walking in on me and Carina? Or the one that keeps attempting to touch a woman that she doesn’t even know? Oh! Not to mention the one that... "

"That’s enough." She hissed, lifting a hand and covering my mouth before I could continue to give away her misdeeds.

Feeling a surge of amusement rush through me, I stuck out my tongue and allowed it to glide up her palm, causing her to stumble backwards with a girly yell.

"Ew."

I held back my laughter as she began to rub her palm against her dress as her mouth fell into an irritated frown.

"Was that necessary?" She asked once she was satisfied that my saliva was fully gone.

"Of course." I smirked, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my watch to check the time. "And as much as I would love to continue to stand here and flirt with you, we need to get going."

Nodding, Arissa turned to Christine and put what I assumed was her version of a smile on her face.

"Thank you." She said slowly and awkwardly.

It was clear from how she spoke that she had never said those words before. She also seemed extremely uncomfortable as she said them, and I felt a pang of pain rush through me.

"It was my job." Christine responded, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Also, please stop making that ridiculously fake smile."

I watched as Arissa’s face flushed red from embarrassment and her attempt at a smile faltered.

"Okay." She was all she said before heading to the door, not bothering to see if I was coming along.

"You’re free to take the rest of the evening off." I called to Christine as I turned and followed Arissa out of the room. "You did a good job, by the way."