<span style="font-family:Righteous">The alpha’s eyes turned as he heard the clacking of heels that meant Fynn was on her way out, and he couldn’t help but smirk. She was exactly as she usually was. Her little babydoll dress wasn’t quite as revealing as what some of the others wore, but it still counted for what was required and it gave her a youthful and almost innocent look. Granted, having been in the pack for as long as she had, she was anything but innocent, but still the look suited her and her oddities. Well, Emmett considered them odd as did many of the other women. He loved the way she presented herself nicely, though, standing next to him, hands behind her back. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:navy"><b>“Yes, you are,”</b></span> he commented quite roughly. Emmett wasn’t shy about the fact that all the women were his. As he looked at her, he took a handful of her hair, pulled it up none too gently, and inhaled her scent. Emmett put on a show of it. Still no heat, but that didn’t bother him. She’d be worth a fortune when it finally came. <br/>
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Emmett’s eyes turned to the young man and he asked, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:navy"><b>“Would this one suit your needs well enough?”</b></span> <br/>
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The young man’s eyes were wide as he took in her beauty and all he could do was nod. <br/>
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Briefly, Emmett considered the young man and then he offered a price that Fynn would know was more than she was usually worth. Emmett wasn’t beyond taking advantage of those who didn’t know his prices well, and the young man, naively, agreed to it. The alpha could only nod his satisfaction and then he pushed Fynn towards him, the sale completed. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:navy"><b>“Make him happy,”</b></span> he whispered in a tone only Fynn’s hearing would pick up on. <br/>
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The young man caught Fynn rather abruptly and he smiled at her. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>“I am Ian,”</b></span> he introduced himself to her as he started leading her in the direction of the private rooms. He took her hand as he walked. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>“You will address me as… uhm… uh… Sir. Yes, Sir.”</b></span> It was more than obvious that he was a little new at this whole thing, but he did also have an eager attitude about him as well. Ian certainly didn’t come off as quite the abusive type which could only be a good thing for Fynn. <br/>
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He stopped when they reached a hallway which would lead back to the private rooms. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>“Uhm… I don’t exactly know where we go from here.”</b></span> Ian could only assume that she did.</span>