Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 29

I cleared my throat and answered evenly, “There’s only one event tonight. Alpha Heath from Vasalin Technologies

has invited you to a yacht reception. It’s being held as a welcome party in your honor.”

Alexander gave a single nod, his expression unreadable. “I’ll take a nap,” he said. “Wake me up at five.”

“Understood,” I said quickly.

Fin and I left the suite together and went to our own rooms. I didn’t even bother to unpack.

There wasn’t much time. I took a cab straight to the nearest shopping center and darted through the aisles like a wom- an on a mission. I needed everything-professional wear for business meetings, formal dresses for events, casuals for daily use. There wasn’t room for mistakes. By the time I returned, it was already 4:30.

I took the fastest shower of my life, towel-dried my hair, and slipped into a fresh set of professional clothes. My heart was pounding as I glanced at the clock: 4:50.

I quietly let myself back into Alexander’s suite, careful not to make noise. I’d noticed he hadn’t picked an outfit for the yacht event, so I opened his suitcase, pulled out one of the suits he’d packed, and hung it up neatly. Then I select- ed a navy dress shirt and matching slacks-sharp, elegant, but understated-and quickly ironed them.

By the time I was done, it was just past five.

I hesitated briefly, then made my way toward the bedroom.

The door creaked softly as I pushed it open.

And there he was.

Alexander lay asleep in the center of the bed, a silver silk robe draped lazily across his frame. One side had fallen open, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, the slope of his collarbone, and the soft rhythm of his breathing. His legs-long and perfectly proportioned-peeked out from under the robe, resting carelessly on the sheets.

I stood frozen for a moment, struck by the sheer… beauty of the man.

Yve stirred inside me.” He’s so handsome,” she whispered, sounding awestruck.” We should bite him and keep him forever.”

I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t afford to have thoughts like this.

But then I made the mistake of checking the time again.

It was already 5:30.

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13:31

I panicked.

I stepped closer and gently called, “Alpha Alexander… it’s time to get up.”

No response.

this time,

end here. If I

I leaned in and yelled right

next was a

hand shot up and pressed firmly against the back

I could pull away, my lips accidentally brushed against his chin. Warm skin. The

widened

Alexander froze too.

Time seemed to stretch.

without letting go completely, he tilted his

incoherent, and practically stumbled out of the bedroom like it

cheeks were burning.

behind the door to my own room, heart

shut the door behind me, I threw off my heels and stumbled into the bathroom. My hands went straight for the tap, splashing cold water on my face, trying to

up my boss. That was

me kissing

moment in my mind-the warmth of his skin, the weight of his hand behind my head,

softly and shook my

my skirt straightened, my expression carefully neutral. Fin was

posure.

his shoulder

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13:31

Alexander walked out

met his for a second. His gaze was calm. My own dropped immedi- ately to the buttons of his crisp white shirt. I focused on the fabric, the stitching, anything

silently down

I tried to force my breathing to slow, but every time the image of his face came back

eventually broke the

“Water.”

I reached forward, grabbed a bottle from

of taking it, he pushed it gently back toward me. “Relax,” he said. “Stop thinking about your work fail- ures.

mouth opening slightly, but I quickly closed it. I turned

arrived at

perfume, champagne, and mon- ey. Fin and I followed Alexander aboard. I let my eyes travel upward—the vessel had three floors above us, including a pool, guest rooms, and a private view deck. All of it elegant. All of it out of place for someone

greet us. Despite the years lining his face, there was a sharpness in his eyes and a smooth confidence in the way he patted Alexander’s arm, like they were old allies reunited. His smile stretched wide across his wrinkled features-warm, political, and

filled with just over a dozen guests, all of them polished and powerful. You could tell from the brands they wore

Then she appeared.

Adele Vasalin.

her with grandfatherly pride-“My granddaughter, Adele.