Page 19 of My Grumpy Alpha

He waves and suddenly he just walks off and gets into a black car.

And I’m left with oh don’t forget the champagne, here’s your key card to your hotel room with a glam squad.

And Eli.

Chapter 7

Stellar Entrance

ELI

I tap my black Pradas against the ground and take in a deep soothing breath, isn’t that what my therapist always encourages? Five seconds in, five seconds out.

Why is not helping?

I check my Rolex. There are only two of its kind with gold and silver plus a blue face and tiny encrusted crystals. The only people who own one are me and my brother.

It always reminds me of sad memories and I only ever wear it during special events because I know how intimidating it can be to shake someone's hand, look down and know they’re wearing a half a million dollar watch right next to their fingers.

Two minutes late now.

Three.

Should I start counting sheep at this point?

One day on the job and while she did bring an impeccable latte for my consumption, making my day less shitty, I hate it when people aren’t punctual. It’s a pet peeve.

Like stray hairs.

Fur.

There’s a reason naked cats exist, in my opinion. I shudder and turn around just as a panicked looking Ava power walks toward me in nude Louboutin heels, a beautiful red dress that leaves nothing to the imagination in the front and makes my mouth water so hard.

Wait? Is that fang?

I rub my teeth across my incisors and groan, even touching them with my own tongue feels nice. I have never in my life fanged out in front of a woman before.

Oh shit.

She’s coming closer.

She smells so good.

She does a quick turn to show me her back and I’m lost again. I clench my fists at my sides and all I get out is, “You’ll do.”

Her eyes fall, they’re so pretty I want to get lost in them, she nods and shoots me a forced smile, her lips are such a pretty pink, not too glossy, just perfect.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for, to serve you.”

She really needs to stop saying things like that if she doesn’t want me to have visions of her on her knees in front of me doing exactly that.

“Yes,” I say gruffly and offer my arm.

“The car’s waiting, apparently we’re going to make an entrance at the Gala a few blocks down.”

She flinches and takes my arm after a few seconds, she’s wearing a diamond bracelet and her nails are painted a pretty nude to match her shoes. Rather than a normal necklace encased in diamonds, she has a large intricately woven black lace choker that dips strategically down her cleavage, almost like a collar.

My fangs refuse to retract, and the more I talk, the more she’ll have the chance of seeing I’m not entirely normal or human.