She didn't get to finish. A sharp ding sounded as the door slid open, followed by the clicking of heels against the floor. They both turned toward the entrance at the same time. What Viola saw made her eyes widen as she pushed Sebastian away and rose quickly from the chair.
Standing at the doorway was Laila, a deep frown on her face, as though she hadn't expected to walk in on them.
But it wasn't just her presence that shocked Viola, it was her attire. Laila wore a black net lingerie dress with thin spaghetti straps, the hem stopping just below her most private area. She wore no bra, and the panties beneath could barely be called such. In her hand was a bottle of wine and two glasses.
Viola couldn't help wondering how she could walk into the Alpha's office dressed like that. Then realization dawned on her, hot and uncomfortable, and her cheeks flushed. The Alpha must have been expecting her.
