Brandon walked towards her, his stare dangerously close to her face, his presence overwhelming in a way she couldn't quite explain. For a brief second, her wolf stiffened, caught between irritation and strange pull. Without a word, he stormed out, leaving behind a trail of tension that lingered in the air.
Emma stood frozen, her brows furrowed in confusion. She wondered why he didn't allow another she-wolf to massage him. It wasn't as though she was the only attendant available. The entire situation made no sense to her. A part of her feared he might report her for unprofessional behavior, especially with how she had reacted earlier. But he didn't. Instead, he walked away without asking for a refund, without creating a scene, without saying anything at all.
That unsettled her even more.
