Page 40 of My Grumpy Alpha

“Get in.” That’s all he says.

I roll my eyes internally and get in the back with him.

“I wasn’t even late.”

“Thirty seconds.” He still hasn’t looked up from his phone, so I do, in fact, roll my eyes.

“Saw that.”

“How?”

“More like…” He looks up.

“Felt it.”

We’re in one of his SUVs headed to the first meeting with the Angel Investors.

“What are you doing?”

“Mmm, studying the portfolios.” He taps the driver's seat with his fingers.

“We’re going to be late. Can you go a bit faster?”

Marvin nods his head, all business.

“Absolutely.”

He hits the gas so hard I collapse like a bad romance novel against Eli’s chest, but this time he grips my hand.

And despite his grumpiness, he very gently puts it back into my lap.

I feel the heat of his skin the rest of the day.

I fly through the meetings, and when I’m done and kick off my heels at the apartment, I see the wine.

It would be nice to share it with him. Every deal was incredible, and I was genuinely excited about the changes he wasmaking not only in the world but in the local community, mainly with the children.

I don’t even bother to change. I know it was a late night, so he was going to stay at the apartment. Wine in hand, I start to knock when I hear a deep moan, then screaming.

I knock.

And then I knock again.

“Eli?”

More screaming, cursing.

“Fuck it hurts!”

“Shit!” I scramble for my phone and call Gabe. He answers on the first ring, I hear club music.

“Yeah?”

“Gabe! I’m at Eli’s apartment and I hear yelling and moaning!”

He laughs.

“Maybe he finally got laid?”