Alpha Richard

The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor told me Amelia was coming. She didn’t knock—she never did.

She walked into my office like she owned it, wearing a tight red dress that showed off her body.

“Hello, darling,” she said in a sweet voice that made me want to growl.

I didn’t look up from the territorial reports spread before me. “You knock before entering my office. Always.”

“Oh, Richard.” She laughed, a sound like tinkling glass that grated on my ...