Page 72 of My Grumpy Alpha

I'm shoved slightly to the side as all elevators fill up.

I wait for the next.

It’s empty. I walk in and get ready to hit close when I see another dark figure walking in.

Followed by Gabe.

It’s Eli.

I don’t know how to act.

I don’t know how he’s going to act.

So I’m simply mute.

I stare straight ahead as Gabe talks on and on about meetings Eli has. I expect the cold shoulder, instead, Eli stands right next to me, and presses a palm to my lower back.

I swear I almost orgasm on the spot.

It’s embarrassingly sweet, and it makes me want to both cry and climb him like a tree.

I look straight ahead while Gabe drones on and on.

“Thought we were enemies.”

“Me too.” Eli gets closer.

“And then I saw your face and realized I’d rather touch my enemy than fight with her.”

I smile.

“I like touching.”

“I thought I had self-control.” He curses under his breath.

“And it’s not even a fucking full moon.”

“To be fair, you didn’t throw a desk out your window, so I think you’re doing great, champ.”

He pinches my ass. Gabe still hasn’t noticed.

“Call me champ again.”

“Oh, you like that?” I look up at him the minute he looks down.

Eli looks hungry.

Like seriously hungry.

I lick my lips; he stares at my mouth.

“Eli?” Gabe snaps.

“Pay attention. I just asked you two questions and all you’re doing is staring at the wall, or at your poor assistant.”

“Maybe I’m hungry,” he says under his breath.

“And sorry, Gabe, what did you ask?” He leaves my side. I feel the emptiness in my soul, and I hate it, I hate that this was all it took.