Page 4 of My Grumpy Alpha

I’m crushed. My dreams of having a roof over my head and a bed to call my own disappears in a puff of smoke.

I keep all the tears in and thankfully recompose myself as he stares down at his phone.

“Can I ask you why you’re already saying no? Especially if my credentials check out?”

He snorts down at his phone, then weirdly sets it calmly on his desk and inhales like he’s ready to orgasm on the spot. His blue-eyed gaze suddenly locks on me, and I can’t even blink.

“Because you’re too pretty and you smell good.”

I nearly tumble out of my chair.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You should be.” He glares.

“Sorry, that is.”

“For existing?”

“Yes, in my office, at this moment, breathing, you should be sorry, and the answer is no. I don’t care how many times you can prove you’re the best secretary on this planet, you’re too gorgeous for your own good. So, no.”

My brain stops working.

I’m not getting the job because I’m too pretty? That’s…new. Not that I think that I’m super pretty anyway, but I’m usually forced to quit because my bosses have been major creeps toward me.

What can I do?

I’m officially panicking.

I need a place to stay.

I need food.

I need a job.

And this was my last and only hope for interviews today.

“I’ll cut my hair!” I yell, even though it would kill me since it’s really the only thing I have going for me, my long black hair and my green eyes. I've been told by a lot of guys that the only reason they even dated me was because they were curious what my hair felt like.

Creepy.

Weird.

Gross.

“And!” I just have to keep talking.

“I’ll put on cheap perfume, and dress down. I’ll do whatever it takes and, while this is the weirdest interview or conversation ever, I’ll do anything, seriously anything.” A tear runs down my cheek before I can swipe it away.

“I really need a job.”

“Why?” He yawns like he’s bored.

I swallow my pride.

“I have no parents. I’m in a homeless shelter, my last boss tried to take advantage of me in a very inappropriate way, then I was fired because his sister was head of HR and I just need—” God I would die for a French fry right now.

“I just need…” I can’t stop the tears now. I’m so unprofessional I should just walk away.