He was now looking at me, big green eyes and a backwards baseball cap, and he seemed as confused as I was about the fact that I’d just slammed into him like my human brake lines had been cut.

It didn’t look like I’d just ruined a tattoo, but I couldn’t stop staring in confusion. This was right where the scent was, but there were no baked goods, and my cranky ass couldn’t handle that.

“You,” I said, “are not a cupcake.”

The man smirked. “No, I’m not.”

He stood, and Eva finally stepped in next to me. “He may not be a cupcake, but he does have some serious cake, if you know what I mean.”

I turned my head slowly, staring at my sister, who I was now going to murder. “He can hear you, Eva.”

She wasn’t paying attention to me at all. “Holy shit. You’re Bennett Gray.”

“Guilty as charged.” The giant in front of me spoke in a voice which was somehow both deep and musical. He was tall and built like a wall, the dark t-shirt he wore doing absolutely nothing to disguise the kind of biceps he had just like his jeans did nothing to hide the ass my sister called out. Biceps covered in tattoos which flowed all the way down to his wrists. I saw some peeking out from the collar of his shirt, too.

Holy. Fuck.

It wasn’t just his body which was gorgeous. The man fit perfectly into this room of movie stars and models. But I didn’t recognize him, and I was at least halfway familiar with most of the people in Eva’s circle. Who was he?

My mind still seemed fuzzy, and I still couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around why he was here and not the plate of carbs and sugar my nose had promised me. “You’re still not a cupcake.”

“He knows, Esme.”

Quickly, I lifted my wrist to my nose to clear my head, and when I pulled it away the scent was still there. If anything it was stronger. My stomach flipped, suddenly realizing my mistake.

It was him.

The fucking cupcake scent was him.

He was all Alpha, and I felt pulled toward him like a magnet. Oh shit.

Terror so deep I couldn’t breathe clawed at my chest, and I took a step back.

“Um,” I cleared my throat. “I hope I didn’t fuck up your tattoo.”

He laughed, the rich sound reaching down inside me and making everything stand at attention. “You got lucky. I was about to grab more ink. So no, you didn’t fuck it up.”