Alpha East: Contrition (Unedited Version)

Chapter 5: Luigi's

Antonia

Logan East, the mighty CEO, was a freaking slave driver.

After she agreed to his ridiculous schedule, in which he repeated the demands he had of her, he lifted his paw and let her be for the rest of the morning.

Her fingers ached from typing and her stomach rumbled because she missed her break.

After their talk, he had left her to her own devices while he answered phone calls and signed documents piled on his desk during his absence.

She had an hour with Frederick, his secretary, where he pointed out some of the things her boss needed first thing in the morning. Like his coffee had to be decaf with a splash of bourbon. It should be steaming hot and should be kept coming until before lunch break. No cream. No sugar.

Only business calls should be answered. She was the only one allowed inside his office other than Frederick if called. From now on, one of her duties was to accompany him anywhere, be it business lunches, galas, charity events, special occasions, or parties. She was about to protest but Logan's long-time secretary informed her flatly that it was her role. He also provided her a carte blanche, in the form of a black card under the name of Luna. Saying it was her duty to update Mr East's and her wardrobe for such functions.

"Who is Luna, Mr Marshall?" Fuck! She couldn't control the jealousy coursing through her veins.

His secretary raised his brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Why, you, of course. Who else? You are his personal assistant. His partner. You are his keeper now." He winked, leaving her flustered with the revelation.

Now, it was almost lunchtime and she was starving. She was wondering where to buy his food. Should she ask? Turning off her laptop, she bit her lip thoughtfully while she glanced at him beneath her lashes.

This time she took her time in assessing him. Truly looked at him.

For three months she had not seen him, thinking she could just forget about the bosses' boss.

He was back and so were her feelings. She lusted after him with no cure in sight.

Logan was simply stunning. Like every day was an Armani runway show. Impeccably decked out in a dark blue suit molded to his lean frame, his defined muscles on subtle display, dress shirt a pale aqua, his expensive tie silver, completed his sex-on-a-stick ensemble.

And talk about his beautiful face. Like a fallen angel. Lush Byronic dark hair with dark brown eyes and long thick eyelashes, straight Roman nose, sharp cheekbones, and jaw, and his lips, damn, deep red and plump at the bottom. Made for kissing.

Antonia Leighton shivered.

Sensing her gaze, he glanced up. She immediately looked away, afraid he had caught her dreamily eye-fucking him, more like studying him like a creep.

Shit! No staring at the almighty CEO, remember?

When he didn't say anything and went back to his task, she released a nervous breath. That was close.

Her appetite was back. They had to eat. Pondering if she should disturb him, she gnawed her cheek.

What the hell! It was not like he had not been furious with her before.

Approaching his desk, she cleared her throat.

"Yes, Antonia?" He murmured without looking up while he signed a document.

"It's lunch break. Can I get you anything?" She asked tentatively.

"Are you going out?" Pausing, he gave her his complete attention. His eyes roamed her form, from her black pumps to her tamed red hair in a neat bun.