Moonlit Alpha

2

I blankly gazed down at my watch. My cloudy, hazel eyes slowly drooped— it was already 7:00pm.

My hands brushed the satin keyboard that rested on the desk. I was not instructed to do a lot today— scheduling wise— so I just sat in silence and manned the phone. I shifted my light gaze around the room; the desire to glance over at my boss welled within my stomach. Biting my lip, I hesitantly cocked my head to look over at Elijah Cayuse.

All of his attention was focused on the paperwork in front of him. His once fearsome, golden orbs had gentled; they danced upon the paragraphs that lay before him. His aura was so intimidating before— what happened? He seemed almost— dare I say— docile.

My eyes trailed down his body before stopping at his hands; they were rather large, and seemed quite sculpted.

You wanna know what it's like for him to touch you with those hands, right? My conscience snickered.

I frowned. My brows creased along with my lips; why would I even think about that?

I awkwardly shifted in my chair, trying to get comfortable. My long, coffee colored locks caught on the backboard of the onyx seat, causing pain to inch its way up to my scalp.

"Ow," I groaned quietly under my breath. I definitely did not fancy getting my hair ripped out by this demon chair.

As I scrambled to pick out my hair from the screw it latched onto, a deep, smothered chuckle escaped Elijah's lips, which made me furiously blush. I kind of felt like an idiot; like a clown show that he had front row tickets to witness.

"What exactly is happening over there, Ms. Charlotte?"

My eyes did not dare meet his, though I could practically feel a smirk widening on that perfect face of his.

And honestly, it kind of pissed me off.

"I-I'm sorry, you find my pain amusing?" Words stumbled out of my mouth like word vomit. I half hazardously clasped a hand over my mouth, surprised.

He's gonna yell at you now. Stupid, you can't talk to your boss that way.

But he didn't speak. Not a single word escaped his lips. A feeling of unease lurched within my heart— he made me feel so lowly. Like I wasn't worth his time.

You're not.

Sighing, my eyes redirected themselves to the set of tinted windows above his desk. I angled my head, perplexed. I wanted to believe that installing tinted windows was just a rich person power-play, but it was still weird. Were all the windows in this building like this? I took a mental note to check on my way out.

The moon— it was brightly stationed outside of the window. Despite the tint, its rays of light still spottily leaked through the window's glass. I swiftly brushed my hair behind my ears; the moon was gorgeous. I could only imagine how pretty it would be without the dulling window to hinder its shine.

"Do you like the moon?"

I hastily shifted my gaze over to Elijah, who did not look amused. His deep, flaxen orbs narrowed as he creased his brow, causing me to shudder.

"It's pretty, I suppose." I responded. I did not know if there was a correct answer to his question, but my response was better than staying silent.

"Pretty?" He bleakly grumbled.

"Yeah, I like the way it glows. Its like a colder sun, I guess."