Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

I frown. “Why don’t you bring Ally, too?”

“Can’t fit two bitches on my motorcycle,” he says.

My eyes bulge. “A, don’t call us bitches. B, why don’t we take your car?”

“Crossfire’s only a two-seater, too.”

Oh. Right. I’ve seen his car in the parking lot at work, seen him get out of it while Ally’s having her before-work-vaping sesh.

“And, because, I said so,” he says.

“Aiden…” I roll my eyes.

He glares and leans forward. I rear back. He’s right up in my space.

“I’m driving you to the office.”

“Because?”

“Because Pinky texted me last night to tell me the daytime building security guy creeped you out in the gym yesterday, fucked with the lights and scared you. He’s gonna see you leave for work with me, determine you’re off limits. Then, if he’s stupid enough to look at you wrong again after I’ve made sure he’s seen you with me, he won’t be surprised he’ll be dealt with.”

I’m gonna kill Ally.

I text her.

“You’re in the BFF penalty box, missy.”

She answers my text with a return text quickly.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you. We must have a bad connection. We’re driving through a tunnel. I’ll talk to you at work.”

“Very funny. You left already? Tell me you didn’t!”

“Yes. I’m gone. Buying DONUTS and YUMMY PASTRIES. Aiden delegated me Friday treats today. I’m doing it to thank him for taking care of your problem with Seth. Ash knows the BEST place. I convinced him to get the car detailed so we can hopefully have a scent-free ride Monday.”

I don’t even want to process all this. Except a scent-free ride. Now, that’d be nice.

I storm into my room and grab my bag and my heels and carry them out and as I’m getting into them, his eyes are on them.

“You’re gonna need flats,” he tells me, staring at my shoes. My very nice strappy royal blue high heels.

“Huh?” I ask.

“As sexy as those are, they won’t work, Curly Sue. we’re doin’ laser tag tonight. You’ll break your neck.”

“Laser tag?”

He nods. “Team building.”

“No one told me. I thought it was dinner and drinks.”

“Check your spam?” he asks.

I roll my eyes and head back to my bedroom and grab a pair of sneakers and stuff them into my Adidas string backpack and then stuff my purse into it, too.

I put it over my shoulders.

He smiles from the opened doorway.