Page 79 of My Grumpy Alpha
Bad joke.
Good thing I said it in my head.
We walk down the hall; she stops at her door and I keep walking, then stop the minute she starts typing in her code. I walk backward and grab her by the wrist and tug her toward me.
“I’m not in pain. I don’t need you…” I hesitate.
“I just want to be by you. Is that okay?”
She follows me willingly and then holds my hand.
“And here I thought I was only your whore.”
“Well, this pimp”—I smile—“only needed a few doses before he realized what an ass he was in treating this whore a certain way. Why don’t I…” I type in my code at my door.
“Cook for you?”
She gasps.
“You know how to use your kitchen?”
"I’m both offended and curious why you would think I don’t know how to cook or use a stove.”
She giggles into her hand.
“Let me just go back to my apartment and grab some clothes.”
"No.” I bark.
“I meant to say that in a gentler tone, just imagine you’re dealing with the Beast from Beauty and the Beast, though I have no talking clock, no candlesticks, and as depressing as it is—the wardrobe does not in fact dress you, but I can. I want to see you in my clothes. Comfy enough for you?”
She leans into me.
“Comfy? Did you use the word comfy? And make a Disney reference as a werewolf? Be honest, is it the apocalypse?”
Kinda feels like it. I kiss the top of her head.
“Maybe I just grew a heart.”
"Okay, Grinch.” She pats me on the chest.
“But you better impress me with your skills or I won’t put you in the lineup for future suitors.”
"What?” I trip walking into the penthouse.
“I’m not even in the lineup?”
She does a twirl toward me.
“Yet.”
"I should at least be last place. I demand a recount!”
"Oops, those are illegal, after all, you did just say I was a booty call during a full moon then go all full wolf on me without warning.” She drops her purse onto the counter, takes off her coat, then stumbles toward the couch.
“Just gonna lay here and breathe for a bit.”
I like her in my space.
