Page 63 of My Grumpy Alpha

Gabe curses under his breath.

“Asshole still gets everything.”

"What was that?” Ava turns her evil glare toward him, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gabe pale so fast in my entire life and he’s a fucking shapeshifter.

Gabe actually bows, no idea where that came from.

“My apologies, I was just teasing him about losing his V-card, has nothing to do with you, I mean it does have something to do with you, but in a roundabout oh-it-was-you way and clearly this isn’t work appropriate. I apologize, I tend to talk too much when I—“

"—Gabe.”

“Yes?”

“Go.”

“Right away.”

The man left without question.

"So.” I sigh.

“I have my therapy session in a bit.”

“Good for you.” Ava smiles politely.

“Once you’re done with the documents, I’ll send them in, oh and can I leave early tonight? Just by a few minutes.”

I frown, something doesn’t sit well with this question.

“I don’t mind, but be at my place by eight.”

She checks her watch.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a quick drink.”

I drum my fingertips on the desktop, then run both hands through my thick hair.

“A drink, with who? Girlfriends? Landlord? Homeless person?”

She shakes her head.

“You really are a jackass, you know I have no friends, and you’re my landlord, you prick!” She takes what looks like a soothing breath.

“Xavier asked me to text him, he’s taking me out for drinks tonight to celebrate becoming a whore.”

I start choking on my spit.

“W-what?”

She grins.

“Kidding, I just wanted to see your reaction. He’s taking me out for drinks to celebrate my job, working for you, and because I think he actually likes me.”

I bolt from my desk, unaware that I’m using my power, my speed, to get right in her face, only aware when her jaw drops.

“You remember the rules. Only me. If his dick gets anywhere near you, his death will be on your conscience, do you understand?”

She leans up on her tiptoes and flicks me on the forehead. I stumble back. Stunned. Maybe more horrified than angry that she even dared to flick me.