My five-year plan.
My meticulously detailed spreadsheet that tracks and dates every aspect of my professional life. The bank said I needed one before they would even consider giving me a loan. Now I use it every day.
Every decision I make goes through this spreadsheet first.
I sigh, clicking onto the expenses tab. I drag the little bit of profit I’ve made into the column labelledUnforeseen Costsand addSecurityin brackets.
My profit margin resets to zero.
I chew my cheek, trying to bite back my annoyance because there’s no one to be angry at but myself.
I didn’t plan for this.
It’s my fault.
At least my house is bringing in some money.
Ping.
A booking notification flashes across my laptop screen. Thankfully, the police footage seems to be working a little in my favour today. The last few seats for tomorrow’s training session are booked, and I’ve had several new requests for hair consultations.
I’m replying to one of the requests when the light flashes above my office door, indicating someone has pressed the comms button outside.
I look down through the glass walls of my office to the reception area below and the salon entrance beyond it. From this angle, all I can see are black boots.
Aman’sblack boots.
This must be my security.
With a sigh, I exit my office, head down the stairs, and towards the revolving doors.
The guy’s back is facing me, and I think he’s on the phone. So I tap lightly on the glass with my sharp nails.
When he turns, I’m hit with a large, bright smile… and my omega is suddenly wide awake.
Alpha.
Yes, that’s an alpha. Well done. An alpha with a ridiculous smile, which only widens when I don’t move at all, my fingers frozen on the glass.
He frowns, nodding at the door that I still haven’t opened.
I shake myself, pressing the button. The soft buzz hums into the silence as the revolving doors fill with de-scenting mist, and he steps inside.
They turn, and he enters.
For fuck’s sake.
I hate my brother.
Seeing this man through the tinted glass was enough to know he’s attractive. One of those guys you’d see walking down the street and try to catch a second glance at.
But now he’s right there, with nothing between us, and he isgorgeous.
And so damn alpha.
Wearing a tight, black t-shirt covered by a padded vest embroidered with‘Nexus Security’in white thread. But that doesn’t hide his muscular form, not one bit, nor does it hide the smooth, tanned skin of his bulging forearms. The kind of build that makes people move out of the way without thinking.
When I make it to his face, I catch dark hair cropped short, the same brutally neat style my brothers and dads have always worn. Military. Definitely military.
