Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

“Thanks, Olivia,” he said, relief in his tone. “Just knock when you get there. I’ll let him know”

The call ended, but the unease didn’t. I stared at my food, now completely cold, and pushed it aside.

The rest of the afternoon crawled by. I kept trying to rehearse what I’d say–how to keep things polite, professional, how to ignore the knot in my chest that still hadn’t gone away since last night. By the time I stepped out of my apartment, night had fallen, and the penthouse lights glowed faintly overhead.

I took the elevator up, carrying the small bag Mike had left with the fresh gauze, ointments, and pain relief meds.

When the doors slid open, I stepped into the dim hallway, the familiar silence wrapping around me like fog.

My feet stopped in front of his door.

I raised a hand. Then hesitated.

This was just a favor. A simple favor.

That’s what I told myself before I finally knocked Alpha

Alexander’s bedroom.

“Come in, Alexander’s voice called from inside–cool and composed as ever.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. The lights in the bedroom were dim, shadows gathered in the corners, and Alexander sat on the edge of the bed in a plain black shirt and lounge pants. His back was straight, one arm braced lightly on the nightstand. He looked up as I entered, his expression

unreadable.

“I heard…” I cleared my throat. “I heard you needed your dressing changed.”

He gave a small nod. “Mike’s busy!”

So are a dozen nurses in this city, I thought, but kept it to myself.

“Where’s the medicine cabinet?”

He gestured to the locker room without looking.

I found the first aid kit tucked neatly inside a shelf and carried it back, placing it quietly on the edge of the bed. The antiseptic, gauze, and ointment were all there, perfectly labeled,

everything clinical and cold. Just like the room. Just like him.

I sat down beside the kit and took a breath. “I’ll start.”

He nodded again but didn’t move.

I opened the antiseptic bottle and fumbled for a cotton pad. His wound was on his lower back… which meant…

I paused.

He hadn’t taken off his shirt.

Was he… waiting?

I looked up and found him watching me, calm, like he had all the time in the world. There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment in his gaze–just patience. Or indifference. I couldn’t tell which one made me feel more awkward.

“Well?” he asked coolly. “Not planning to drug me, are you?”

“What?” I blinked.

He tilted his head slightly. “You’ve been staring at my back for a

while now!”

I flushed. “No–I’m just… I mean, I need to see the wound.”

He raised an eyebrow, still unmoving. “Then take it off.”

I froze. “What?”

“My shirt.” He leaned back slightly, making no move to help. “Unless you want me to do it myself and risk tearing the

shot up my body.

It radiated through me, spreading through Yve and hitting me

right down to my toes.

Yes, I want more, Yve howled inside me. Touch him again.

I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep her in check. That’s not

happening. Get it together.

But even as I told her off, my hand moved of its own accord,

reaching out to his chest again.

“What exactly are you trying to do, Olivia?”

It felt like someone dumped a large bucket of ice water over my

head. I jerked my hands back as if his skin had burned me, his

robe dropping lower to reveal more of his muscled torso.

“I… I was just…” I stammered. “I’m trying to change your

dressings like you asked. I need to apply more salve, but your

robe is in the way.”

To my surprise, Alexander chuckled softly. “Easy there. Keep

your voice down. No need to get so worked up.”