Page 62 of My Grumpy Alpha

She grabs a towel and wraps it around her body.

“You were meant to, asshole.”

Ava walks toward the door, then looks over her shoulder and raises her middle finger.

“You’re welcome, by the way, for saving your life.”

I snort out a laugh.

“Yeah okay, you’re welcome, by the way, for rocking your world!”

Idiot. Someone run me over with my car immediately before I lay down in oncoming traffic.

She presses her lips together like she’s trying not to laugh.

“Laugh and I swear I’ll fire you and throw you out into the streets.”

Her one eyebrow crooks up, she opens her towel and shows me her perfect tit.

“Yeah, I don’t think so, PIMP!”

She runs out of the bathroom.

I know I’m in over my head when my apartment feels empty again, when I feel alone and sad, when I almost prefer the pain of the full moon, over the loss of her presence.

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The rest of the day is pure hell, do I need to actually pin her against the wall with my dick? No. No, I do not. The moon isn’t even up yet.

Do I want to? Absolutely, yes. The fantasies going through my head are not work appropriate or even human appropriate.

I’m on edge, grumpy as she would say, and I have to go to therapy in a few minutes.

I'm close to banging my head against my own table when Gabe walks in, sniffs the air, takes a look at me, and says, “Well, someone had a good night last night, did you want to share details during the board meeting, I think it might scandalize Jim, remember last Christmas when we sent him that sexy Holiday-gram, guy wanted to be swallowed hole, to be honest I was worried he was going to go to the roof and make the jump. I mean, naturally, we would have stopped him, but he can blush.”

I pound my fist against the desk and then take a soothing breath.

“He’s probably a virgin.”

“Oh!” Gabe walks up to me with arms wide.

“This reminds me, should we celebrate? Get a cake? Maybe with a giant no longer a V message on it? I feel like it’s a special moment in every young man’s life when—“

"—I’ll kill you.” I bang my head against my desk again.

“And then I’ll find a way to time travel and kill you again. This is all your fault. You hired her.”

"Sorry to interrupt.” Ava’s shaking when she walks in. Shit, I messed up again, will the screw-ups never stop happening?

“I just need you to sign these.” Her heels click against the floor as she brings the documents to me. I try as hard as I can to will myself to pull them from her grip gently, but she holds on tightly, like she’s pissed at me.

Our eyes lock.

Oh shit, she is pissed. I jerk the papers away.

“It’s not what you think.”

"Oh, it’s exactly what I think, your whore will be ready tonight, I hope you are, because I’m about to get violent.”