"Alpha Silverblood," simpered the woman in front of us as she bowed slightly to my mate. The fact that she had to work hard on showing us that amount of cleavage made both my mouse and I want to tear her apart.
The blonde was dressed in the hotel receptionist's uniform, a black pencil skirt that hugged her knees, and a white blouse; the top three buttons were undone. She had on a black vest, but all it managed to do was act almost like a corset, pushing her breasts up higher. I was sure that she had a nametag on, but my eyes couldn't leave her cleavage for the life of me.
"Go away," growled Raphael, not even bothering to spare her a single glance. "And consider yourself dismissed."
I think both her and I had similar looks of astonishment on our faces at his words. I really wanted to ask him if he could just up and fire people like that. I was pretty sure that in the human world, the HR department wouldn't allow it.
