Watch Me Win, Alpha

This made tears form in my eyes. How thoughtful of him. I might be overly emotional because of the crazy weekend I had and the long car ride, but I knew in my heart that the right thing to do was go up there and eat the meal that Mike had probably spent all day cooking. I was going to have to face Alexander at work anyway.

I sent a quick message to Mike to tell him that I was headed up. First, I picked out a nice bottle of red wine from my collection and tied a big white bow around it. That way, I wouldn’t show up empty–handed. Then, I left my apartment. In the elevator, I reminded myself to take this opportunity to thank Alexander in person for all the help he gave Ava and me this weekend. And I could try to smooth things over after the awkwardness in the park last night. If I were the one to bring up the conversation, then I could have more control over how it went.

At the door to Alexander’s apartment, Mike let me in and told me that Alexander was in the shower.

My pulse quickened as I sat at the dining room table, thinking about Alexander in the warm steamy shower. I set the wine in front of me, my stomach grumbling from the mouth–watering scents enveloping me.

When I looked up, the bathroom door opened, and in a cloud of steam, Alexander walked out, naked from the waist up, a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth became dry as I studied the water droplets running down his hard, muscular stomach. A weird urge to kiss my way down his body went through me, and I gripped the bottle of wine in front of me so I wouldn’t do anything rash.

“H–hi,” I said, my cheeks blushing because I stuttered. “I changed my mind about dinner.” I gestured to the bottle of wine. “I wanted to bring

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small token of my appreciation for all of your help this weekend. Ava and I

the wine like it had insulted him, and then walked to his

through me like a tornado, destroying everything in its path. I looked to Mike for help interpreting

He merely shrugged.

later, Alexander came out of his bedroom with wet hair, dressed in gray sweatpants and a black shirt. His dark eyes locked on to mine, and his somber expression made my stomach stiffen. What the hell had

before it gets cold,” Mike said, gesturing for Alexander to

didn’t even sit down. He was still standing and staring at me.

I done wrong? I thought that he would appreciate my show of gratitude with a small gift. Was a bottle of

talk—but it was hard to hold a conversation when Alexander was just standing there, staring at us–Alexander finally sat down. But he didn’t participate in the conversation, even

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the meal, and I helped Mike clear