Chapter TWELVE

Alex could not believe the vision that was his mate. Maggie wore a dream of a dress. The navy-blue chiffon clung to her curves. The deep scoop neck outlined her breasts, highlighting her spectacular cleavage. The material cinched at the waist, showing off her tantalizing figure before falling in asymmetrical layers past her hips and stopping around mid-calf.

It was gorgeous on her. He could not wait to take it off. True mates would only ever want each other more as time went on, and already his cock throbbed painfully in his suit.

Why the fuck had he worn the thing? Then he remembered. It was his Maggie’s birthday, and he wanted to treat her to a special evening. She was so worth it. Even if he died of blue balls in the meantime.

“I’ve never been here,” she exclaimed as the waiter seated them at a secluded table just like he’d asked for.

“Do you like Italian food?”

“Of course,” she smiled and tossed her honey-colored curls behind her shoulder, “Who doesn’t?”