Page 75 of My Grumpy Alpha

"No problem!” I smile, then turn to Eli.

“Be nice, don’t throw any desks.”

“Might throw him,” he says under his breath.

“Come back after?”

I shrug.

“Maybe. This prostitute does have lots of clients.”

He lunges for me.

“Hey now.” Malcom, the head of the board, holds out his hands.

“No need to chase your assistant, she’s been doing such good work…” He gulps.

“Shit, are you going to throw something again?”

"Of course he isn’t!” I smile sweetly.

“He’s in therapy, remember?”

"I always say therapy is the best way to go.” He winks at me.

“Since. When?” Eli asks.

I shoot him a glare.

“I mean…” Eli sighs and relaxes.

“Yes, you do, and you’re right, plus I have a new therapist that sees promise in me, yay for not going to Hell.”

Malcom raises his hand like he isn’t sure whether to high five or do a little fist bump in the air.

I pat him on the back, leave the office, and close the door.

Miserable.

Because I’m pretty sure Eli was going to kiss me.

And I want that kiss.

The rest of the day goes by so slowly that I’m wondering if time has actually stopped.

When the last meeting ends at seven, I grab my stuff, knock on the office door and let myself in.

Eli’s staring out at the cityscape.

"Pretty.” I join his side.

“I’m just going to go get some dinner and—“

His mouth devours my next words. He throws my purse to the ground and cradles my face, then shoves me backward onto his desk, my ass hits it and then I'm on top of it, he shoves the laptop away and crawls up on top of me hiking up my skirt.

Okay.

So this is happening.