She looked up and there he was-Alpha, standing in the doorway in his perfectly tailored burgundy suit, his tie loosened slightly, looking like he'd just stepped out of a magazine spread titled "Billionaires Who Could Ruin Your Life."
Their eyes met across the room.
Annie's stomach did that stupid fluttery thing it had been doing since the flowers arrived. Since the note. Since she'd realised this man-this dangerous, complicated, infuriating man-was completely and utterly serious about her.
"Hi," she said, trying to sound casual even though her heart was racing, and she had missed him all day.
"Hi," Alpha replied. He closed the door behind him and set his briefcase down. "You got the phone."
Annie held it up. "I did. This morning. Along with a very apologetic note from you
