So much for "not into she-wolves" or being a gentleman. It was all a front!
Alpha Gideon grabbed the chair, spinning it to face him.
"Where are you running off to?"
I fumed. If I don't run, I'm about to get workplace-harassed!
"I can't do it. Find someone else."
"Elliot's out."
I'm a stand-in for Elliot?
I didn't know whether to scoff at his apparent equal-opportunity charm or feel insulted that my allure was outshined by Elliot's.
Seeing my mix of defiance and barely contained anger, Alpha Gideon reached out, plopping a stack of folders in front of me.
"Vivian, is it really that hard to do a little work?"
I stared at the folders.
"It's just work," I muttered, mortified.
Alpha Gideon's sharp ears caught my mumble.
He narrowed his eyes.
"What did you think I meant?"
My cheeks
