Chapter 16 A Wolf In Waiter's Clothing

• Elijah
• She stands there, looking breathtaking in the red dress I personally chose for her. It takes everything in me not to pull her close, bend her over one of the tables, and show her just how badly I need her. But what drives me mad is the way other men are eyeing her, lust in their gazes. I want to punch each one of them in the face, wipe that look off their faces.
• But then, I hear Piper’s voice, defending me—the CEO—and it eats at me like slow-burning poison. She sounded so adamant, almost... hopeful. It haunts me, like she was imagining some Cinderella fairy tale where the rich, charming CEO sweeps her off her feet and showers her with luxurious gifts, like the dress.