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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I panicked.

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

No response.

Alexander,” I said again, louder this time,

here. If I let him

in and yelled right into

happened next was a

sudden motion, his hand shot up and pressed firmly against

could pull away, my lips accidentally brushed against his chin. Warm skin. The faintest trace of his scent- clean, crisp,

eyes widened in

Alexander froze too.

Time seemed to stretch.

go completely, he tilted his head back, pulling his face away

back into motion. I pushed myself upright, muttered something incoherent,

burning.

I was safely behind the

second I shut the door behind me, I threw off my heels and stumbled into the bathroom. My hands went straight for the

was to wake up my boss. That was the task. That was the

turn into me

of my hand pressed hard against my lips as I replayed the moment in my mind-the warmth of his skin, the weight of his hand behind my head,

cursed softly and

to Alexander’s suite. My hair was tied up, my skirt straightened, my expression carefully neutral. Fin was already

posure.

come out yet. Fin looked over his shoulder and smiled

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walked out of the

gaze was calm. My own dropped immedi- ately to the

him silently down

to Rotona was quiet. No one said a word. I sat in the back, legs crossed, hands folded tightly in my lap. I tried

broke the

“Water.”

I reached forward, grabbed a bottle from the console, unscrewed the cap, and passed it to

back toward me. “Relax,” he said.

mouth opening slightly, but I quickly closed it.

arrived at the

eyes travel upward—the vessel

Heath himself came down to 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

You could tell from the brands they wore and the way they held their glasses that none of them were ordinary. Washington’s elite, no doubt. I adjust- ed

Then she appeared.

Adele Vasalin.

introduced her with grandfatherly pride-“My granddaughter, Adele. Just returned from Moonscar Acade- my.” His tone made it sound