The Alpha King Call Boy – Chapter 122
Fiona
I was back in my office already when Conrad called.
“You still doing alright over there?” he asked, loud and fast-talking as ever.
ean a dead stop. It’s a huge problem, actually.”
ems over breakfast this morning. Could just as easily have been any of the other, many people the CEO regularly communicated with here. It didn’t really matter either way. But I wondered.
l need you running the meeting that morning, of course. I’m not sure what time I will be able to get into the office, and I wouldn’t be prepared anyway. But I will see you in the afternoon and we
freaking relief.
ional instead.
m?” he asked.
A
it happen.
th no incentive to work fifteen, sixteen hour days – and demanding they put their personal lives on hold simply because I was telling them to do so. I had to reward them for their labor. It was the right thing to do as a person in a leadership position, temporary or otherwise. After all, I very well knew how physically punishing it could be to work such long hours day over day. And how badly it felt, somet
confidence and told Conrad what I n
ie, Tavis. They stayed late with me last night so that we could get a plan in place and draft a proposal, which I was able to deliver to the client by sunup this morning.”
t.”
keep it that way.”
le on it. What is it that you need from me?”
to get the team a bonus, or something like that. They need to be rewarded for all the extra time they’re putting in. They’re
ything else?”
d.
at was all I needed.
oice sounded distracted and far away for a moment. I got the feeling he was in the car and had me on speaker. “You should consider hiring yourself an assistant,” he said. “Why don’t you go ahead and get the ball rolling on that?”
y?”
y.”
recruiter to screen applicants.”
red if he meant to hang up without bidding me any farewell in response, or if he’d accidentally hit a button on his car dashboard too soon. He was a little hit-and-miss with tech savviness. And patience.
managed to choke it down and keep it down.
ig warm Alpha.
lexander had sent me something yet.
mself. And what a picture it was.
p. His sculpted golden body glistened with moisture. He was naked save for a towel slung low on his hips.
itively bulging. He wasn’t looking at the camera or smiling. His freshly shaved jawline looked impossibly angular, like the profile of a god sculpted out of marble.
er instead.
the unbelievable picture he’d just sent me, my wolf brain could only think one thought: Alexander really was a god.
id in the photo, that first time we met in the hotel… squeaky clean, half naked, coolly confident, impossibly gorgeous.
reaction. He sent a winking face back, and then said it was my turn.
e great majority of them. And then sent the two that felt acceptable, before I could overthink it.
amusement, with a string heart-eyes emojis.
ly gorgeous. Thank you for
pped me right back down to earth.
d text him later, flipped my phone upside down and crossed the room to open the door. I held a
of water from my desk and took a couple sips, trying to cool down.
d needed my help.
the photo of Alexander again when I was alone in my office once more. I put my phone away in the drawer instead. I could pick up with that fun di