Page 11 of My Grumpy Alpha

“Okay?”

“Is that a question?”

“Um, sure?” Seriously, what’s with this guy? I mean, thanks for the food, but I didn’t have a CEO losing his mind over a strand of hair in an elevator on my bingo card for this year.

“Do you want me to just…” I move toward him, my fingers graze the hair as I bat it away from his suit.

“There, no more hair.”

He rewards me with food and I reward him with the ability to flick a piece of hair that doesn’t even belong to me, off his body..

Does that mean we’re even?

I open my mouth to ask when he shudders, his broad shoulders shaking like he still has shivers down his spine.

“Trichophobia?” I call out just as he steps outside the elevator and looks over his shoulder at me.

He adjusts the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah, something like that… it triggers me.”

Does everything trigger him?

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll be careful when I wear black.”

He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut—the clean lines of his sculpted face were nearly impossible to stare at, even when he looked angry like he did in that moment.

Was it what I said?

“Good.” He clips out.

“Have a nice evening.”

“You too!” I call after him, but he doesn’t turn around again. He heads to the corner apartment that takes up around half the floor, scans a keycard over it, walks in, allowing it to slam behind him.

I jump a foot and press a hand to my chest, then slowly walk in the same direction. I quickly realize the company apartment I was given… means I’m his new neighbor.

I don’t think he would accept me baking cookies for him or hosting a welcoming party.

But at least I have a place to sleep.

I face the stark white door and run my shiny silver card over it.

It flashes green and allows me in instantly.

My jaw drops when I walk into the fully open floor plan with twelve-foot ceilings, floor to ceiling windows overlook the city all around me.

All I can think is, who cleans these windows? Who’s brave enough to be on the tenth floor even?

It’s sparsely furnished.

There’s one nice plush looking blue couch facing a flatscreen TV with two other bare brown leather chairs opposite and a freaking ginormous kitchen that’s painted all white with small brown accents above the cupboards. The breakfast bar alone could seat at least six people. Matching brown barstools sit infront of the white granite, but I notice too late there’s really nothing but dishes.

I can use the money they gave me to go out and find something to cook later or for breakfast.

I wonder if I even have a pillow or sheets? Not that I’m greedy.

I walk into the primary bedroom, it’s really big and faces the park.