Page 9 of The Billionaire Alpha's Assistant

A low growl rumbles up my throat, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to lash out at the beautiful little human standing before me.

Executive assistant to the CEO of MatchAI is one of the most coveted jobs in the world. We received more than twenty thousand applications for the job, and yet I can’t shake the feeling that Alex is fucking with me.

Shaking off the heady mix of aggravation and lust, I reach for my green juice, but it’s not there.

Sitting in the spot where Vivian usually leaves my drink is a burrito wrapped in white paper. Gingerly, I pick it up. It’s still piping hot.

I take another strangled breath and flick my gaze up to Alex. “What — the fuck — is this?”

“A chorizo-and-bacon green-chili burrito from Tanya’s Taco Truck.” A self-satisfied smile stretches her face, and she waggles her eyebrows. “Best breakfast burrito in the city.”

“Perfect,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face as my wolf thrashes inside me. Human me is pissed that my assistant is throwing my entire world into chaos, but my wolf is delighted. He wants me to grab Alex by the hair, pull her head down, and sink my fangs into that soft tender flesh.

He wants me to fuck her, claim her, and make her my mate.

“That will be all,” I choke, dropping the burrito back onto the desk with a loud wet splat.

Alex smiles and flounces out of my office, her perfect ass teasing me underneath that infuriating skirt.

For the restof the morning, I keep my office door shut and try to focus on my work. I have back-to-back meetings and contracts to review, but I just can’t shake the image of Alex’s smug expression.

The woman is definitely fucking with me, and that only makes me want her more.

But I have a company to run, I tell myself. I can’t afford any distractions — especially not smart-ass brunettes in short skirts.

I’m successful in avoiding Alex for most of the morning, but when I duck out to use the bathroom and return just before lunch, I find her standing in my office.

“Your afternoon briefing, sir,” she says, handing me another crisp sheet of paper that’s still hot from the printer.

I grunt out a thank-you and head for my desk, ready to devour my juicy forty-ounce slab of prime rib. Shifters need to eat a lot, but my mind is clearer when I stick to green juice in the mornings. That means that by lunchtime, my wolf is ravenous for meat.

I pick up my fork, about to dig in, but instead of my bloody slab of beef, there’s a plate of what looks like cat puke slopped on a pile of pasta.

“What is this?” I ask, not bothering to keep my tone in check.

A low growl rumbles up my throat, but Alex doesn’t cower. She just folds her arms behind her back and nods down at my plate. “It’s fennel ‘sausage’ bolognese — from that new vegan place.”

She places air quotes around the word “sausage,” which is my first hint that the cat puke isn’t really sausage at all.

“Did you say ‘vegan’?”

Alex smiles placidly at me, and I have to suppress a snarl. I’m keyed-up, hangry, and horny as hell, which is a dangerous combination for a shifter.

“Where’s my prime rib?”

“You seemed really concerned about your health this morning, and I want you to know that I got the message. No more caramel Frappuccinos. But Vivian mentioned that you eat red meat for lunch most days, and I thought we could try something a little more heart-healthy.”

I’m too incensed to speak, so I take out some of my frustration on the fork, bending it into a V-shape. If I had any doubts whether Alex was messing with me before, they’re gone now.

“Do you think this is funny?” I snap, my wolf rising to the surface. I’m sure my eyes are more gold than brown, but at this point, I don’t even care if she notices.

This woman has no idea what I am, and she seems to get off on pushing my buttons. It’s like she’s a naïve little kitten batting at the wolf’s snout. It’s time I put her in her place.

“I mean, it’s a little funny,” Alex admits, pursing her lips to keep from smiling. “You should see your face.”

Slowly, I rise to my feet, preparing to pounce like the predator I am. I should fire her right now — send her scurrying back to wherever she came from with her tail between her legs.

Alex doesn’t realize how powerful I am — or the reach I have in this city. I could ruin her if I wanted to. I could make sure she never works again.

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