All Chapters of ALPHA INC: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The man that stood in the doorjamb of my bedroom, of my one bedroom apartment, despite his devilishly good looks could have used a lesson in social skills. He had the tall, dark and handsome thing going for him, but he couldn’t notice the fact that I wanted him to leave—like yesterday. How many subtle cues would he need to hear before the dingy—probably pull string—lightbulb would go off inside of that perfectly sculptured head of his? How many, 'well, that was fun,' or 'I have an interview soon,' would he need me to say before it clicked? "Thomas," I said gently, pulling my lacey white satin top over my head, and stepping into my un-ironed pencil skirt. "I have an interview in like," I glanced at my watch, "thirty minutes. I'm leaving," I said, standing up straight and putting my hands on my slender hips. "So that means you need to leave, too." Thomas stood up straight, his broad shoulders took up the width of the doorway, and there went that lightbulb. "Oh," he said. "I'll go get

I blinked my eyes several times, trying to determine if I'd walked into some kinky hot dream or really opened my door to Mr. Luther Reed of the Alpha Inc. The impeccable hunky grump that looked impossibly perfect for eight something in the morning. Once I gathered my thoughts, I crossed my arms over my chest. "What are you doing here? How do you know where I live—you stalker—and again, why are you here?" His gaze lingered on my clothes—or lack thereof. I'd been snoozing when he so rudely pounded on the door to wake me. Couldn't he have got my number from my application and called me like a normal pushy boss? Or got the hint that I didn't want to work with him? Either or would have sufficed. Luther licked his thick lips and dragged his eyes away from my legs to my gaze. "You're late for work, Ms. Summers. Get dressed. We're leaving." A bubble of laughter slipped from deep in my chest. I was sure Mr. Luther Reed was used to getting what he wanted—especially if he wore that stupid dr

"That's your boss, Blaire?" Alicia, my best friend, asked from my bed. She stared at my phone, while resting on her belly with her feet in the air. "This is one drop-dead luscious male, Blaire Summers. I'm totally jelly right now." I turned around to face her, leaning back against my vanity table and folding my arms over my chest. The midnight black dress I wore hit my knees, but flattered my shape, and showcased my shapely legs. The nightclub we planned to go to was upscale, but I'd been there so many times they knew me by name. Alicia wasn't as brazen as I was with men—or flirty—but she loved to go dance and let loose after a long week working at the district attorney's office. "I know, Alicia, but he is one stick in the mud, and you know those types drive me up the wall." Alicia swung her legs from my bed and handed my phone back to me. "Yeah, but I'd let him do a lot of things to me against a wall, Blaire. Tell me he's single?" I nodded. "He's single—so he says—which makes sen

I slid into the booth at the bakery across the street and sipped my iced coffee. It'd been a long week with Luther, and his agonizing stare. For someone that thought our kiss was a mistake, he sure got riled up over nothing. His temper tiptoed on the border of obsessive, in fact, his entire personality screamed possessive and … alpha. I knew he was in charge, and probably didn't enjoy my smart mouth or my sarcasm, but he did care about what I did and I wasn't entirely sure why? It went beyond my position as his assistant. He wanted to control me, and my life, and it screamed, controlling older boyfriend, but … I felt it was for a different reason, I just didn't know why yet. I sucked to the bottom of my coffee, and peeled the paper off my cupcake, taking a big unladylike bite of it. After our kiss, that was a completely different story in itself, because I'd never been kissed like that before. Every fiber in my body yearned for him after he stormed out of the bathroom as if my body

The look on Luther's face when I told him about my dream scared me. It wasn't what I expected. As an adult, you assume a nightmare wouldn't scare another adult, but this one turned his face ashen. His wide shoulders tensed, and his blue eyes turned that dark color I'd noticed in his office. "He stood on two legs?" he asked. I swiped the sweat that had gathered from my hairline with the back of my hand. "Yeah, I know it's weird. I need to get myself a glass of water. I'll be right—, "Luther stood up. "I'll get it." He marched over toward the mini-fridge and snagged a bottle. "Here," he said, sitting back down. I noticed that he didn't have a shirt on, and my cheeks burned hot at the sight. He looked even sexier being that it was night, and his eyes were hooded from sleep. "What else happened in the dream?" I unscrewed the cap and stared at him. He seemed very interested in my dream. I sucked down half the bottle and sat it on the nightstand. "I don't know, Luther, it's just a dream.