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  Alpha Boss

  ZOE RAY

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  One

  Sam smiled at herself in the mirror. It turns out Lisa had come through on her promise to help her change her life. She’d gotten her an interview at Alpha Security Corporation, whatever that was. She didn’t know exactly what position the interview was for. All she knew was it was a way for her to get out of the restaurant industry once and for all. She was determined not to let nervousness overcome her. It shouldn’t matter if she’d never done anything like this before. It couldn’t be that hard to talk her way into a job. Bartending had prepared her for anything, so there was no need to worry herself. “You just need to focus, Sam.”

  Samantha Davis had decided to be spontaneous once in her life. She quit her job abruptly without having another lined up. She knew she had done the right thing, but she didn’t know how her bills were going to be paid. The money she had in the bank would only last her a month or so. This interview was the chance she had hoped for. All she had to do was convince them that she was more than capable of being what they needed at ASC.

  Time to turn on the charm and look like a professional woman. She wanted to wear something cute, workplace appropriate, and comfortable, with just a hint of sexy. Those things combined would make her feel good about herself. She played with her hair in the mirror, debating what to do with her shoulder length kinky curls. Pulled back in a bun would be professional, but she liked to let her curls roam free. She knew her makeup should be tasteful so she decided to go for a natural look with a nude glossy lip. For the top, she decided to go with a light blue button down, and for the bottom, she already knew the best choice would never fail her. Hanging below the knees it was the perfect professional length and accentuated her curves perfectly.

  She picked up her skirt off the bed. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the pencil skirt,” she moved her hands up and down as if she were showcasing the skirt to a crowd. She laughed at her silliness as she held up the black pencil skirt in the mirror. The magic pencil skirt worked great for her hourglass figure with a few extra minutes. She didn’t have to constantly tug at it. It made her ass look spectacular. It stretched. It was everything she needed to feel good about herself. She put the finishing touches on her look deciding on a half up half down hairstyle and did a twirl in the mirror before heading out, resume in hand, ready to take over the world beginning with ASC.

  She arrived at the address she was given and looked up in amazement at a gorgeous, tall glass building. The ideal location to begin her new life. She took a deep breath as she grabbed the handles of the glass doors with wolves etched into both sides. She entered the lobby with a big smile on her face reminding herself to make a good impression every step of the way. You never know who you’ll come into contact with in a place like this. The decor was beautiful. It was modern with a little bit of comfort. She admired the details from the artwork to the plants. She really wanted to work here.

  She headed to the security desk and was greeted by a nice-looking man with a serious expression on his face. “How can I help you?”

  “Good morning,” Sam flashed a megawatt smile. “I have an interview at Alpha Security Corporation, Samantha Davis.”

  He looked at a clipboard on his desk and gave her a nod, “Good morning Miss Davis. May I see your identification?” She obliged. He nodded. “You will take the elevators on your left to the 34th floor. Have a good day.”

  Sam took another deep breath as she headed toward the elevator. As she waited for the doors to open she began to feel nervous. Suddenly everything was real. “What the hell am I doing?” she asked herself under her breath, but now was not the time to panic. She needed to get herself together, and she had 34 floors to do it. “I can do this.” The ding of the elevator magnified her uneasiness, but she kept telling herself to push past the nervousness and pretend it didn’t exist. She belonged there just as much as anyone else. This interview was going to be a piece of cake.

  Sam stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the 34th floor. She smoothed out her clothes, then looked up and gasped as she saw the biggest sexiest man she had ever seen in her life. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and black slacks with a black tie. He stood well over six feet tall with beautiful brown skin. His muscles bulged against his shirt. He was a perfect big, sexy beast of a man. Sam was afraid she was going to drool as she looked into his dark brown eyes. Her palms started to sweat. Her stomach started doing summersaults. He was headed her way. Time froze. She wanted to turn her head and avoid his gaze, but she forced herself to face forward and smile instead of distracting herself by playing with her phone or pretending she was looking at something on the wall. Now she was nervous for a completely different reason. He stepped into the elevator. Sam was about to be polite and say good morning to the perfect stranger. After all, he could very well be her coworker, but he started behaving strangely.

  Her bright smile began to fade slowly as she noticed the serious expression on his face, though she tried to ignore it. The man scowled at her and cleared his throat before he turned to face the other direction. Sam couldn’t believe this guy was being so rude, and if that weren’t bad enough she swore that he attempted to flee the elevator as the doors were closing. Sam had never been so insulted in her entire life. Was she so repulsive that he couldn’t be bothered to ride the elevator with her aboard? Seriously? Who does this guy think he is? As the elevator continued to rise so did her anger. She stood behind him as he continued to faced forward, wrestling with whether or not she should be offended. She’d assumed he didn’t give her a second thought, but then she noticed him squirming. He was squirming. She kept replaying his entrance in her head. Was it possible that she had misinterpreted what happened? Could he be nervous? No. What would he have to be nervous about. She knew what she saw. She didn’t care how good looking he was. She was not going to let him get away with it. That was the old Samantha. The new Sam speaks up for herself.

  Normally, Sam would have been passive and pretended not to be bothered by his insulting behavior, but this fire ignited inside her, and she was ready to lay into the guy. She wanted to say exactly what was on her mind. She cleared her throat as she worked up the nerve, and the man flinched. That was the last straw. Her mouth began moving before her head could catch up. “Excuse me, Sir. Hi. Good morning. I’m so sorry that you’re stuck breathing the same air as me, but the ride is not that long. You’ll be okay.” He turned around slowly.

  Oh shit. Is it possible to be furious, aroused, and a little afraid at the same time? Look at those muscles. What had Sam done? The stranger gave Sam a bold, authoritative look. His face was stone cold and undeniably sexy. His voice was deep and velvety. What did you just say to me?” he asked.

  Two

  Preston was doing everything in his power to control his animal, but it was clear what the beast wanted.

  Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

  The words played in his head like a beating drum. His animal would not calm down, and Preston was struggling to retain control. He’d heard stories about finding one’s mate, but nothing prepared him for the reaction his body was having. His heart was beating rapidly. He was sweating. It was hard to focus, and he was trying to keep his arousal subsided. No one could accurately describe the multitude of sensations he was feeling. His mate was a few feet away, and he could barely function. Moments before he stepped onto the elevator, he scented her, and when he looked into her eyes he knew she was his. The man and the wolf were both in agreement.
She was his, and his animal wanted to take her then and there. He needed to find out everything he could about his mate. If only he could get himself together.

  He attempted to calm down so he could speak to her, but then she had suddenly snapped, which surprised him. No one spoke to him that way, but he was far too intrigued by her boldness to get angry. He liked that his mate had some fire in her. This was going to be interesting. Although he didn’t like that he had offended her, he was content just hearing her voice. He must have made some impression, because she was really worked up, and he had a feeling he would like pushing her buttons, all of her buttons. He turned to face her and imagined picking her up, slamming her against the elevator walls, and taking her furiously. He got a better look at her, and even with a scowl on her face she was everything he could have hoped for and more. Beautiful skin like cinnamon, wild kinky hair that he imagined grabbing as he thrust into her, average height, ample breasts, thick thighs, hourglass figure. She had curves for days, and he wanted to caress every one of them. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, and fuck her every way imaginable, but it would not be easy. He had to be careful. She was human, and she wouldn’t understand the way of the wolf.

  “You heard me. I can’t imagine you behave that way every time you get on an elevator. I swear you would have busted through the door if you could. You don’t even know me. I don’t smell, and even if I’m not your type, your behavior is unwarranted.” She stared at him intensely as if waiting for him to explain himself. Little did she know, she was exactly his type.

  Preston gathered himself. He chuckled internally as he gazed at the woman. “I have no idea what you are talking about, but you should watch how you talk to me.” He liked looking at her all worked up.

  “Watch how I talk to you? Who are you supposed to be? Are you saying I’m crazy? I made it up? Did I imagine your…”

  The doors to the elevator opened and his colleague and friend, Michael, stepped in. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning, Michael.”

  “Oh, so you do have manners, and you can manage to be civil. You didn’t get a look at Michael here and decide you couldn’t possibly be in a confined space with him for a few minutes. I guess I’m just special.”

  Michael chuckled as his face lit up with horrified amusement. Preston knew that Michael had never heard anyone speak to him that way.

  The woman glared at Michael and smiled through her frustration. “Good morning, Michael, is it?”

  Michael nodded, “Good morning Ms…”

  “Davis. Sam Davis.” She held out her hand to shake.

  Preston’s wolf growled. He wanted to rip off Michael’s neck. He didn’t like the idea of his mate speaking to another man, let alone shaking his hand. Michael looked amused and tried to signal Preston with his eyes to calm down, but Preston could tell he was loving every minute of the show. As his internal uproar subsided, he intercepted Sam’s hand before she could reach Michael, and stepping closer to her, he edged Michael farther away from her. She looked up at him towering over her. She tried her best to snatch her hand back, but he held firmly, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her wrist. Her skin was so soft. She stood in front of him, amazed at his boldness, mouth opened, and his mind was consumed with images of her lips wrapped around his dick. He looked her in her eyes and held her gaze daring her to challenge him further. He could sense her anger heighten which only excited him. Her heartbeat increased and for a moment, and she was speechless. Then she relaxed. His wolf was slightly calmer now that he had physical contact with his mate.

  She looked at him quizzically. “What are you doing?” She huffed. He gave her a knowing smile. He could scent her arousal as he held her gaze.

  “Ms. Davis. It was not my intention to offend you. I assure you it was just a misunderstanding.”

  She cocked her head to the side unconvinced. “I’m sure it wasn’t.”

  He rubbed her wrist again. Her pulse quickened. His touch affected her, and he loved it. If he had his way he would never let her go. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t hold my behavior this morning against me.” He loosened his grip slightly and was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t let go, and he knew then that he had her. She stared into his eyes as if she was mesmerized.

  “I believe this is your stop, Ms. Davis.” The ding of the elevator barely caught her attention. She slowly removed her hand from his. She stepped out of the elevator as he held the door open, positioning himself so that she would have to graze past him. Their bodies touched briefly and, he subtly and respectfully guided her towards the door, placing his hand near the small of her back. He felt a tingle at the slight touch and inhaled her sweet scent as she passed him. His eyes were glued to her behind. That skirt was not fair. He snapped out of his trance as she turned to face him. The elevator door would be closing soon.

  “It was nice to meet you.” She looked Preston in the eyes and smirked. A smile began to form on his lips as she made sure to emphasize, with her raised voice and a slight turn of her head “…. Michael.” She rolled her eyes as the doors closed. Michael erupted in laughter but quickly stopped when Preston growled at him. Preston was slightly amused, but his determination had not changed. He would see his mate again.

  “Do you want to tell me what that was about?” Michael asked.

  “No. Don’t you have work to do?”

  Three

  Sam tried to piece together what had just happened. It was all a blur, and her heart was pounding. Why was she so affected by that jerk? Maybe it was his smug attitude. The man definitely knew how good looking he was. She was sure he was used to women falling all over themselves to get to him. If that wasn’t hot enough, she swore she heard him growl at one point. She closed her eyes and imagined him growling in her ear. Heat coursed throughout her entire body. Why did he hold her hand? Why was he looking at her like she was his last meal? What was she thinking? None of it mattered. It didn’t make sense to be thinking about him. The man was visibly repulsed by her. There was no explanation for that. Why should she care? Guys like him weren’t interested in girls like her, so she needed to focus on why she was here.

  She hated how he was teasing her, mocking her with his stupid, brilliant smile which only made him sexier. She was not about to give him the satisfaction of her admiration, even if his touch made her knees weak and sent an electric current from the tips of her fingers straight to her panties. “His charm may work on the ladies in the office, but not on me,” Sam huffed under her breath.

  Her train of thought was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. “Excuse me. May I help you?” An older woman asked from behind a desk.

  Sam had almost forgotten why she was there. She snapped out of her thoughts and smiled brightly. “Good morning. My name is Samantha Davis. I’m here for a ten o’ clock interview.

  The woman pursed her lips. “Of course. May I see your two forms of identification, and can you fill out these forms?” The woman handed her a clipboard.

  “Of course,” Sam replied. “I love your top. Pink is a pretty color for you.” Sam was determined to charm anyone she met today. Anyone except that jerk on the elevator, that is. Ugh. Getting him out of her mind was not going to be easy.

  She filled out her paperwork as the woman took a phone call, then she was directed to the 40th floor. All the way to the top. Even though she had butterflies, she held her head high and slowly entered the elevator. The top floor. Wow. She was going to interview with Mr. Jacobs. She took slow, deliberate breaths as she moved forward. The ride was almost too short. The ding of the elevator brought on a wave of panic. She was way out of her element, but she was here. She might as well go for it. What’s the worst that could happen? Complete humiliation perhaps? She couldn’t think about that. She had to act like she belonged there, and that’s what she intended to do.

  The door opened, and she stepped out of the elevator. She put on her best smile which slowly faded as she saw who was standing in front of her wearing a stern e
xpression with a hint of smugness. The man rounded his shoulders. She turned her head as she bit her bottom lip, looking for an exit. The elevator door had already closed. Damnit. What exactly is going on here? Is it possible that he looks even better than he did before? Why did she care? She shook her head in an attempt to stop her mind from reeling. She cleared her throat and cut her eyes at him as she tried to look beyond his massive frame. He would not budge. “Excuse me.”

  “Yes, Ms. Davis,” the man replied.

  “If you’ll just let me by. I can get out of your hair.”

  “I have you right where I want you.”

  “And what does that mean?” Sam asked.

  “Where are you going?” The man asked.

  “You can’t just answer a question, can you?”

  “People don’t usually question me.”

  Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. Every word out of his mouth sent shivers down her spine. She didn’t need the distraction. “Sir, I have somewhere to be. If you could just move out of my way.”

  “You’re stubborn. I like that. If you could just tell me where you’re going, I can help you.”

  “Fine. I have an interview with Mr. Jacobs.”

  He looked her in the eyes as he extended his hand to shake hers. “I have an interview with Samantha Davis.” Her eyes got big. Her mouth opened wide. His expression was unreadable. “Preston Jacobs. Nice to meet you, Ms. Davis,” he said. She was fuming as she shook his hand. If looks could kill he’d be a dead man. Here we go again. Her desire was only fueled by her anger. Why wouldn’t her body let her make it? Why did he smell so good? This is exactly what she didn’t need. How was she supposed to get through an interview with this guy? He was too good looking. She could barely focus now. She imagined him using their handshake to pull her close to his chest and kiss her wildly before throwing her on top of his desk and taking her then and there. What is going on? She hadn’t gotten this flustered over a guy since high school, and still she’d never had a reaction this strong in her life.