Kathryn Moon

And then my feet stalled, the heavy whiffs of sensual masculinity and bright startling champagne filtering out of the elevator. Alphas, two of them, stepped out together, and shock froze me in place. It’d been a long time since I was in close quarters with an alpha, but that wasn’t even the only reason I was so startled.

The first of the pair, tall with silver streaks running back from his temples through dark brown hair and crows feet at the corner of his eyes, was Matthieu Segal. The Matthieu Segal, CEO of the global media company Voir. Voir

owned Designate along with a half dozen other major magazines and outlets, and this was the man in charge of all of them. Next to him, dressed in a dapper velvet jacket and wearing shoes that had a trim of gold along the sole, was the exquisitely handsome and polished Cyrus Cohen. Also known as my immediate boss, the Head Beauty Editor of Designate.

Cyrus’ head twitched in my direction, sunlight glowing on the deep brown of his skin, and I had the urge to dive and hide, but it was too late. He spun to face me, and I tried to force the terrified expression I was no doubt wearing off my face. His eyes narrowed as he took me in, and Matthieu Segal slowed and turned on black polished shoes, staring at me over the high collar of his tan wool coat.

Look at her like this, it’s pathetic really.

I shivered, shaking old voices out of my head. I tried to force my steps forward, even as every muscle in my body clenched, desperate to run away.

Matthieu Segal took one step back as I managed one struggling step for

forward, and Cyrus’s narrow stare suddenly broke into a shining smile.

“You’re my new hire aren’t you?”

Told you I needed to be early today.”

“I’m Cyrus, you’re in my department.”

“You’re David’s cousin,”

“Let me show you around,”

“Enjoy your day,”

gray-blue eyes watching me briefly before turning