Dean announced when we turned on Bourbon Street. “You’re just saying that because I admitted I’m attracted to you.” “Next you’ll be saying you love me.” “You know, I think I do.” “You don’t even know me,” he replied, exasperated. “My body does.” “You belong to the Alpha,” he countered. “I can’t stand him.” “You just met him. Give it some time, and then you can hate him.” We pulled up outside a brick building a few moments later. Balconies ran about the outside demarking each floor and exhibiting the Spanish influence in architecture. Dean got out and came around to open my door. “Where are we?” I asked. “Dr. Claudius’s office.” “I feel just fine.” “You’re going in.”
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