Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

It rang again.

I stared at it for a second. My chest didn’t twist with guilt or longing. Just… irritation.

I immediately hit “Block Number” and tossed the phone onto the couch.

“There,” I said. “Officially nuisance–free.”

Ava grinned. “That’s my girl. Now, if only you could accidentally grope your boss again tomorrow.“”

“Ava!”

“What? Just one more time. For data.”

Alexander’s POV

I was in the study, reading an old hardcover on post–industrial

economics when Mike walked in.

“Alpha, I just realized something fascinating” he began.

I didn’t even glance up. “If it’s about werewolf economics again,

spare me.”

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“No, no. More local. You and Ms. Whitmore live on the same

floor.”

I set the book down on the desk and slid my silver–framed glasses to the edge of my nose. “Mike. I’ve known that since I leased the property!”

“Well,” he said, already pacing, “I just ran into her friend. Ava. Apparently her mom sprained her back or tailbone–can’t

remember which–and she has to rush home immediately.

Which leaves Ms. Whitmore alone. Injured. Wheelchair–bound.

Defenseless.”

I raised a brow. “And?”

Mike hesitated. “Well… I was thinking… maybe we should help?”

I leaned back in my chair. “It takes three men to take care of one

woman with a leg injury?”

“Not three,” Mike said quickly. “Just… maybe one. Or two. We’re

narrowing it down.”

“Have you spoken to Olivia about whether she even wants

help?”

Mike paused, like that thought had only just occurred to him.

“No. But I can call her.”

“Do that,” I said, returning to my book. “If she’s uncomfortable,

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we’re done here.”

Mike tapped his phone a few times, then held it up. “Speaker?”

I gave him a bland look.

He put it on speaker.

It rang once before a familiar voice answered, faintly groggy.

“Hello?”

“Olivia! It’s Mike,” he chirped. “I heard Ava had to leave, and we

were just wondering–do you need anything? Help? Company?

Soup?”

“I… I’m okay,” she said after a beat. “I didn’t know Ava told you.”

“She had to as she is your dear friend. How could she leave you

unattended?” Mike grinned. “Anyway, would you mind us,

taking care of you? Alpha Alexander also thought it would be

better if maybe you could come upstairs for dinner?”

I shot him a look that could vaporize a tree. When did I say

his housecoat, like this was normal. Like I should’ve been

expecting him.

My grip on the doorknob tightened. “Alpha Alexander?”

He nodded once, calm as ever. “Mike’s watching the soup. I was

sent to escort you. Are you ready to go upstairs?”

The way he said “escort” made me feel like I was some fragile

royal being wheeled around for public display.

I wanted to say no. But all that came out was a pathetic, “Okay.”

Before I could blink, Alexander had already stepped in and

lifted me off the ground. I wasn’t prepared. My hands

instinctively grabbed his shoulders, and I nearly squeaked.

“You didn’t have to carry me,” I mumbled, heart thumping. “I

could’ve… I mean, I have crutches.”

“And take half an hour to climb one floor?” His voice was dry,

but I caught a hint of amusement. “I’m not that patient, Olivia.”

I shut my mouth.

He settled me into the wheelchair with ease, his fingers

brushing my side just a second too long. It made my skin burn.

This wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I wasn’t supposed to feel

anything.

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In the elevator, I stole a glance at his legs. Stupid. But the

memory of my accidental thigh–touch earlier still haunted me. I

could feel my cheeks heat up.