Alpha's Choice

Chapter 3 The Next Step

Alexandria's POV

I basically didn't sleep last, and getting ready for work was proving the most difficult task in the world. I want to be in high heels and lingerie. Instead I am contemplating wearing a snow suit. I just want to die! What even happened yesterday? I thought for sure at minimum once he put his belt around wrists something significant would happen, but no. I wonder if it would have been less awkward if we actually had sex? Or whatever that was ultimately leading to. I get flustered again just thinking about it. Last night was the most exciting erotic thing that ever happened to me, and honestly he barely touched me.

I did have a mark from the one place his mouth did. The crescent moon shaped bite mark on my neck. I debated wearing something to show it off. Then I realized I'd probably look exactly like a teenager sporting a hickey which is exactly what I have spent my whole life basically avoiding. I pull out a shirt with a collar and buttons and then a nice shirt to wear underneath it too but spaghetti strapped. I don't even know if he will have the nerve to call me in his office today but if he does. I want him to see what he has done to me. I look at my wrist and surprisingly there are no marks.

Just the very hot to the touch purple moon. I run my finger over it remembering the rapid blur of images and the familiarity. Something about it all just felt so right, but why then did it end up so wrong? I'm just going to secretly hope that what really happened is he realized he was crossing the line with his young assistant and backed off. At least that's what I am going to keep telling myself to make me feel better. Why would he even want me back with the way he goes through assistants? I'm not too remarkable to replace, but truth be told I wanted to face him today. For the first time since I met him I wanted to stand in his face.

I actually take a few extra minutes to do something with my hair and makeup. Well okay concealer to cover up my lack of sleep, mascara, and brushed hair hardly counts, but I looked glowy today if that even made sense. After a hard rejection and no sleep you'd think that I would be behind a step or two but I'd never felt better. I took a cab to get there faster. I would beat him there anyways I always did.

Except today. As I walked past his office to mine his door was actually ajar and he was sitting behind his desk. It felt like he was waiting. My eyes snapped to his and I swear I could hear him huskily growling my name. Some chord deep inside me was struck and it reverberated into every part of me. "Alexandria! Come!" Shivers! His ice blue eyes froze my feet for one second as I hesitated. NO! You don't get to just command me to you after how you left me yesterday.

The mark on my neck burned white hot drawing my hand to it. It was enough to pull my gaze from his and hurry me down the hall to my own office with my head down. Why did that bite keep getting hot? Was it infected? That didn't make sense with what was in pharmaceuticals these days. What happens to humans when they are bitten by werewolves? Is it like in myths? Am I going to become one now? Maybe I should have went to his office, but then again it wasn't too late for that.

I took off the outer button up shirt and marched back up to his open door. It wasn't open anymore, and I almost turned away. I told myself I couldn't back down. I deserved some explanation from yesterday if I am going to continue here, because now everything is far too confusing. I knocked on the giant door, and it swung open immediately. "Come in Alexandria." He said like it was just any other day. He said it like he wasn't half naked in here with me yesterday, with his belt around my wrists and his teeth in my flesh. He shut the door behind me and I jumped. I was trying not to look at him worried I would lose my nerve. I forgot how immense he was and how foreboding his presence was far faster than I would have thought I could. Now I was right back in his office with my nerves still shook from the night before.

"Have a seat." He gestured for one of the chairs nearby his desk as he settled in behind it. He cradled his hands in front his face like yesterday as if to hide an amused smirk. It made me feel like he was plotting something. It just made me think of him bending me over his desk while pulling my hair, or handcuffed somewhere in his enormous bathroom waiting for... Wait! He has a bathroom in here? I tilt my head to the side a look at him. He definitely looks amused. "Why didn't you come the first time?"