Alpha's Choice

Chapter 1 Xander

Alexandria's POV

I realize my face is hot and I am blushing a bit as I make the finishing touches. I take time to sketch the lines of muscles I can see bulge through his shirt. I sketch the smooth yet sharp contours of his face. The dark strands of hair that have fallen into his eyes again. In my sketch though he is shirtless and covered in tribal tattoos. He has a smirk on his face and is holding out a pair of handcuffs.

"Miss Alexandria," His deep voice cut through my fantasy, startling me so badly I jumped and squeaked. "Can you read back to me the notes you took on the insurance payouts?" It knocks me back to reality. His eyes were locked on mine. I couldn't break his penetrating stare which was bringing heat to every surface of my body. It felt like I was about to start boiling. I stumbled over myself a bit trying to make sense of the situation.

There are men all around the table, and I am in one of the smaller chairs laying on the outside edges. I feel his heat staring into me. I want to look away and get back to my notes, but that just brings more redness to my cheeks. They aren't notes at all. I was sketching him. His eyes in my picture weren't nearly suggestive enough compared to the real thing.

Xander Dumas, my boss, was one of the most influential men in this hemisphere. He was a huge hulk of a man. His shoulder span filled any doorway. His fitted suits were always perfectly stretched across the vast expanse of his muscled body. He was every bit of 6ft 8inches. He towered over everyone around him. His presence could be felt as soon as he walked into a room, and right now he was staring me down. I swallowed.

They had a term for what he is amongst their kind. Alpha!

I managed to rattle off the answer after I stumbled over my words for a good solid minute, but he was satisfied with my answer and continued on with the meeting. Oh God, did I actually avoid that bullet? I thought I was toast.

I desperately needed this job. I was hired a few months ago into the company as an intern on a lower floor, but the big boss apparently goes through assists like call girls go through condoms. By the looks of him he might also go through condoms like that too.

A 20-year-old graduate working in a position like mine was unheard of, but then again, I did graduate early and was top of my class. I came very highly recommended, which is why HR jumped at the chance to offer me up for the slaughter. I don't even know if it was a real offer or more of a demand. I was told I had the position. I never even applied for it, which is strange in itself. I chance a glance back up at him.

He has his blazer off and he is standing at the head of the table going over facts and figures I almost have memorized, because he is a control freak and obsessively micromanages. But he is a sexy ass control freak.

There wasn't a situation that he didn't seem 100 percent in control of. There wasn't one person or beast who ever tried to oppose him. He was also off the charts compared to normal men and on top of his already foreboding presence he was devastatingly handsome.

He had such hard-masculine features, every part of him perfectly shaped and formed and hard as chiseled marble. He had jet black hair that often fell into his smoldering ice blue eyes, which shined like jewels against his tan complexion. When I feel them turned on me, I don't know if I am being burned alive or frozen solid. He is that sexy and that terrifyingly intense.

Right now they were turned on me. His cold blue eyes met mine instantly like he was waiting for mine. It gave me chills. Too late I remember my replacement saying something about never making eye contact. She said Alphas like submission, and I would do best if I kept my head down. It's not much of a hopeful opening interview, but it made sense now as his eyes burned through me. He kept talking to the rest of the room, but there was a silent conversation we were having through his gaze that almost had me sweating. It certainly had me instantly aroused, like being caught doing something extra naughty. He couldn't possibly know I was sitting here fantasizing about him. Could he?