The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

3 

‘Myra, please print out more application forms and bring them to my desk. About twenty will do. thanks.‘ 

‘Of course, Alpha‘ I turn back to the computer and send twenty copies of the form to the printer. Itap my foot impatiently as each piece of paper comes out, until finally, I can grab the pile. 

I walk down the corridor to Alpha Damien‘s office and knock on his door. 

‘Here are the forms you requested, Sir, I tell him, I come over and place the copies on his desk. 

‘Great, thanks Myra. If you could please take a look at these papers, they‘re copies of my father‘s old bank transfers. Please could you see where most of his money went or if he was making any stupid mis takes?‘ Alpha Damien asks and holds out a large pile of papers. 

I reply.

and shift them so I can hold them comfortably, there‘s a

lifesaver, he calls out

I round the corner, Islam straight into what can only be

drop the papers everywhere. Two very large hands reach out and grab my forearms, holding me

body, to his thick thighs straining against his jeans, up his wide muscular chest, to his broad shoulders and large biceps. I pause briefly on his beautiful jawline, and then I force my eyes to continue up from his tempting pink lips until finally, I

Well, fuck me. 

catch up. Sweet Jesus, it should be illegal to be this gorgeous, he could cause acci dents or something.

he trying to kill me?

sorry, I manage to mumble as I kneel down

attempt to help me as I form a pile with the transfers and straighten back up. His bright blue eyes stare intently at me, and I feel my resting bitch face slip back on, because he‘s not only hot, but rude. I don‘t say another word as I step around him and walk back to my desk.