A pretty face

When Samantha replied for the first time, Rider almost let out a chuckle.

That demon replied cheekily, but he didn't mind. It was part of her charm: she could be sweet and deliciously submissive, as well as daring and stubborn. But it was always enjoyable, for some reason.

Had it been someone else, he would have snorted, annoyed, and forgotten about it for good. But his Miss Trouble was one he would remember for a long while.

Maybe, forever.

He had just crossed the door to the meeting room and sat at his place.

Business meetings were boring for him. He knew nothing about it, but sometimes his Alpha forced him to attend.

He was the head of security. His role was to use muscles, not the brain, but his Alpha's orders weren't discussable. As such, he found himself following the market analysis as if those lines made some kind of sense.

They were doing well. They made money.

He couldn't understand the problem.