The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
He walked around the desk, his movements languid, like a lion confident in its cage.
"You don't have a life, Elodie. You have a series of desperate struggles." He stopped inches from me, his scent wrapping around me like a shroud. He reached out, his thumb dragging across my lower lip. "I decided I didn't like the idea of you begging strangers for a paycheck. You'll work for me."
"I’d rather starve."
"You'll be my Personal Assistant," he continued, ignoring my outburst. "You’ll be at my side sixteen hours a day. You’ll handle my schedule, my travel, my... personal needs."
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