Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set by Amanda Richensexi Page B

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    "You're here for Draken, aren't you?"
    Charli's eyes widened. She glanced around at the milling crowd, but bewilderingly it was Charli the blond woman in the tailored black suit was addressing. "Uh, yeah. How did you...'
    She shrugged. "I've seen your picture on his screen."
    " My picture," Charli echoed stupidly, then blinked. "On his what ?"
    "At first I wasn't sure, but when you turned around..."
    "It's the glasses and the freckles," a man in a gray suit put in. "Same girl. Gotta be. Though you look younger in person."
    Charli looked from one to the other. "What screen are you talking about?"
    "His phone. Your pic, Draken's had it on there for, like, months. We all thought you were his girlfriend, but he finally admitted he was just stalking you."
    Charli's eyes closed. "Do you—do you two work with him?" she asked with dread.
    The elevator doors opened and they began filing in.
    "Everyone works with him around here," the woman laughed, then added, "You should be flattered he's using you for wallpaper. He's picky, you know."
    "Not that picky," the guy said. "He probably nails seven girls a week."
    "But does he download them to his mobile?" the women asked, rolling her eyes. "He was engaged once, but that was years ago, before he even owned all this. Way back," she confided, "before he came up with the safety patents that made him megabucks. Now he has a rep for using women who know the score. And you know why." At Charli's blank look, she waved her arm around. "His empire? This building?"
    "He—he owns this high rise?" Charli said in a small voice. The man owned a skyscraper? And she'd thought he only— only —had the six floors that were Almatto Tech Sport.
    "Yeah, at twenty-seven, right? It all started after he worked a government deal for his safety mechanisms for backpacks and survival equipment. Now it's required for use in military and civilian products. He totally wiped up by the time he hit twenty. You didn't know? Where've you been?"
    Charli shook her head and said weakly, "The company I work for has contracts with him, but we focus on the lifestyle of our clients, not their lives before they became rich and famous." She didn't add, And I never paid much attention to him before last week, when I scoured the Internet to see the kind of woman he went around with.
    "Oh, he was born into money, but not quite in this league. Which has got to be why he's never gotten serious and put a ring on another woman's finger. I mean, what chick wouldn't marry him for his dough and then take him for all he's worth, since he's guaranteed to go through, like, five divorces in his lifetime? Oops, my floor. See ya!"
    After the woman stepped off the elevator, Charli caught people sneaking looks at her dress, which she knew was far different from the power suits everyone wore in this place. Great. Now even more people know that Charli Fontina's picture is on Draken Almatto's phone.
    Which picture???
    Crap. She'd had no idea she was even a thing.
    Just like last time, the whole deal felt surreal. Draken's obsession with her made no sense. She wasn't in his class. She looked about as provocative as...as apple pie. Well, maybe cherry cheesecake, in this dress. But still. She wasn't a triple S—sparkling, slutty and sultry—like the women Draken was always seen with.
    She wasn't a loser or anything. She crocheted an awesome throw rug, she was on the verge of getting a nice promotion at work, and dozens of people read her webcomics. Her personality could even be called scintillating when she wasn't nervous about speaking in front of a certain hot male executive. But he didn't seem to care about any of that. He was only interested in her body and displaying it for his staff. He'd probably have her show her breasts again. So everyone could see how long and taut her nipples were.
    Oh fuck.
    Plus he'd forbidden her to wear panties. He might ask her to flash everyone her crotch...
    Oh, God. It always made her so