Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

“Stone is lucky to have you,” he said as we shook hands. “I doubt we would have reached an agreement without your

assistance.”

After seeing Mike out, I found Kayla from the secretary department still at her desk, surrounded by stacks of files. My stomach

sank at the sight. Fuck, this is going to be a long night.

“Elsa, you’re a lifesaver,” she said with obvious relief. “These quarterly reports need to be filed by morning, but Vera hasn’t

touched them all day.”

I bit back a sigh, anger flaring hot in my chest. Of course she hasn’t. Why would Princess Vera dirty her perfect little hands

with actual work when she can dump it all on me? “I’ll handle them. What else needs to be done?”

Kayla hesitated, then lowered her voice. “Mr. Stone called. He wants you to fix the cross-pack resource allocation spreadsheet

on his computer. He said you’d know what he meant.”

Just then, my phone rang. Drake. My pulse quickened traitorously. Damn my omega instincts to hell.

“The spreadsheet,” he said without preamble. “It needs to be done tonight.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I replied professionally, despite the unreasonable demand. Like I’ve taken care of everything else for ten

fucking years.

When I opened Drake’s computer, I found a complete disaster-columns misaligned, formulas broken, data obviously corrupted.

This wasn’t accidental; the neat formatting I’d originally created had been deliberately mangled. That vindictive little cunt.

This is Vera’s handiwork, no doubt about it. My blood boiled as I stared at the hours of work ahead of me.

“That bad?” Kayla asked, peering over my shoulder.

I nodded grimly. “Looks like I’ll be here a while.” Looks like I’ll be fixing another one of Vera’s fuck-ups while she’s probably

warming Drake’s bed.

By 3 AM, the office was deserted except for me. My eyes burned from staring at columns of numbers, but I was finally making

progress reconstructing the data from backups. The door to the executive office suddenly swung open with a bang, and Drake

stumbled in, the heavy scent of whiskey and cigarettes enveloping him.

“Still here?” he slurred, his tie loose and shirt rumpled. His eyes were unfocused, but his smirk was intact. “Again with the

spreadsheet problems? Can’t even handle basic data entry without staying all night? Stupid woman.”

There was something almost affectionate in his tone that caught me off guard. For a fleeting moment, I saw glimpses of the

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Drake I’d known years ago, before Vera, before everything went wrong. Don’t fall for it, Elsa. Don’t you dare fall for his drunk

charm again.

“The data was corrupted,” I explained, keeping my eyes on the screen. “I’ve been reconstructing it from the backup files.”

He moved closer, his alcohol-laced breath hot against my neck. My body betrayed me immediately, heat pooling low in my

belly. Goddammit. Ten years and my body still responds to him like a well-trained pet.

“Always so diligent. That’s what I liked about you, Elsa.”

Liked. Past tense. Fuck you, Drake. Fuck you for making me still care.

“I’m almost finished,” I said, trying to maintain professional distance. “Then I’ll be leaving.”

“Always in such a hurry to leave me lately.” His voice had a dangerous edge now. “Remember when you used to stay?”

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