The Alpha’s Hunger
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She flushed and looked down at her paper to compose herself. “I do,” she said quietly. “I appreciate your faith in me.” When he said nothing, she amended, “Or maybe this is a test, in which case, I plan to pass it.” She lifted her chin.
A smile flashed around both corners of his mouth but it disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Go,” he said, with his characteristic curtness.
She stood and walked to the door. Grasping the knob, she screwed up her courage and turned around. “Mr. Stone?”
He turned from his computer screen and raised an eyebrow.
“Did you hire me for this job because you actually think I show promise or is it because—” she stopped.
He didn’t help, gazing at her with both eyebrows raised now.
She swallowed. “Because you like the way I look in a skirt?”
The smile flitted across his face and his eyes dropped to her skirt and down her legs.
She flushed, wishing she hadn’t said it.
“Get out, Ashley.”
She actually laughed. Well, it was more a gasp for breath, or a sob. But it came out like a bubble of laughter. He’d called her by her first name, which felt like a success. And she loved the way it sounded in his deep, rich tones, evoking intimacy and…heat. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, relieved to be out of his intense presence. But the moment she shut the door, she missed it.
How would she survive working for this man? He stole her breath with every glance.