The Alphabet Game the Complete Alpha Series a to X, Y, Z

BOOK: The Alphabet Game the Complete Alpha Series a to X, Y, Z
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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

A to E

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

F to K

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

L to R

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

S to X, Y, Z.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Epilogue

Coming Soon

Review

Acknowledgements

Biography

 

 

 

THE ALPHABET GAME

 

The Complete Alpha Series

A to X, Y, Z.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by

 

Andie M. Long

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright

 

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

 

Copyright (c) 2014 by Andrea Long

All rights reserved.

Cover photo from Shutterstock. Cover design by Annmarie Bradley.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dedication

 

 

DEDICATION

 

 

For everyone who has supported me through my journey to published author

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A to E

 

THE ALPHABET GAME

PART ONE

 

A TO E

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Getting sexually accosted in Starbucks wasn’t on my to-do list.

My stiletto heels were sharp, like the angles of my razor cut bob and one tapped on the floor as I stood in line, impatient to get my hands on a Latte. The intense aromas in the shop made me crave my morning drink even more. I’d not had time for one before I’d left my apartment this morning, anxious to be punctual for my appointment. I stared ahead at the menu board, careful to avoid catching anyone else’s eye. My lips with their natural pout, enhanced by rose gloss, smacked together as I anticipated my interview at Gregory & Sons, a firm of Solicitors in Westminster in just shy of an hours time. Every time I thought of it, butterflies tingled in my stomach.

Lost in the menu, I jump as a warm body brushes past my own, so close I can identify him as male. I turn around, a flash of fire in my cheeks, eyes narrowing.

‘I must apologise, I completely misjudged how to get past.’

I take in the businessman in front of me, holding his drink with a firm hand. His laptop bag hangs over a broad shoulder. Dark brown hair curls around the nape of his neck, like he’s so damn sexy even his hair wants to cop a feel, and his icy grey eyes indicate the casualness of his apology, echoed in his mocking tone.

I tuck my long fringe behind my ear and turn back to face the front. I’m better off just ignoring the creep, hot or not.

‘Seriously, it was an accident. I’m not a pervert, honest.’

I remain facing the front but shrug my shoulders.

‘Well actually,’ he whispers and I shiver as his cool breath tickles my ear, ‘I can be a little perverted, with the right woman.’

I give up and turn towards him, ‘Look, I’m just waiting in line for a coffee, creep, so can you cease the schmooze and bog off? My only interest this morning is in caffeine.’

He sighs, giving me puppy dog eyes and clutches his free hand to his heart. I watch as he begins to speak, noticing he has a larger top than bottom lip. It looks plump and lush and if he wasn’t a psycho I’d be tempted to bite it. I move my gaze to his hand. Now I’m wondering how well defined his pecs are under that shirt. I think I’d better request an ice cold mocha.

‘I’m jealous of caffeine. I can’t help it if your beauty knocked me sideways on this gorgeous Wednesday morning. Please forgive me. I shall go and weep into my flat white.’

I sigh, ‘go away,’ and I turn back to the counter, where the queue has moved up and I hadn’t noticed.

I order my drink. I feel the loss of his presence and so turn around to see where he’s gone. He’s taken a seat in the corner and is opening his laptop. He sees me, winks and goes back to his screen.

Damn. Why did he have to catch me looking at him?

Typically there are no free seats by the time I’m served, so I wander over to where he’s sitting.

‘Can I sit here without you leering at me? Can you reign yourself in?’

He laughs. ‘I’ll do my best.’ Then he goes back to his screen.

I sip my drink. He’s gone from full on flirting to ignoring me. Weirdo. I get out my mobile and check it for messages. My eyes keep leaving the mobile and checking him out. Sexy, hot weirdo. His shirt is open and I see a small smattering of dark chest hair. I feel my nipples harden under my blouse. Christ behave Stella, I tell myself. It’s been so long since I’ve been flirted with that I’m disappointed a pervert hasn’t carried on.

I see the time on my mobile and realise it’s time for my interview. I take a last drink of my coffee. My hand trembles slightly as I replace the cup on the saucer. I take a deep breath.

Sexy hot weirdo looks up, ‘You okay?’

I flick my hair, ‘Fine thanks. Have a nice day.’

‘You too. I hope to bump into you again soon.’ He holds out his hand to shake mine.

I look at him and smile. ‘I’m not shaking your hand, heaven knows where it’s been. See ya.’

I turn on my heels and walk out of the coffee shop.

 

A deep breath is required before I enter the glass fronted facade of Gregory & Sons. The doorman bows his head as I pass him. The click of my heels echoes as I cross the marble floor. I’m directed to the second floor by a Receptionist, who points out where the lifts are situated in a bored tone.

The lift is about the same size as the lounge I grew up in. Such a long time ago, before Mitch Daniel’s came into my mother’s life and I was made to attend Boarding School, whilst my mother travelled the world on his violent arm. I note my fixed grimace in the lift mirror and make myself relax. This is why you’re doing this, I remind myself. Breathe, you need the job.

I report to the Second floor Reception. ‘Good morning. I’m Stella Mulroney. I have an interview at ten with Mr Gregory?’

‘Sorry, Mr Gregory is running late,’ says Receptionist Two, a skinny redhead who looks flustered.

‘Oh that’s okay, I expected he may be. I’m surprised actually that he’s sitting in on the interview himself. I thought he’d have someone from Human Resources do it for him.’

Two’s face crinkles in confusion and she looks as if she’s about to say something, but her telephone rings. ‘If you just want to take a seat over there, I’m sure he won’t be long,’ she rushes, pointing to the bank of seats in the corner of the room.

I move to stand over in the corner instead. Leaning near the magazine rack, I select a copy of Tatler and begin leafing through it. I don’t want to be seated when Mr Gregory arrives, but to look confident, assured. I spot a business magazine with his face on the cover, pick it up and place it amongst the pages of Tatler. I want to read it but I don’t want to be caught with it.

Arnie Gregory has run Gregory & Sons for years. He’s one of the most acknowledged litigators in the Country and provides a tightly close lipped and sealed service to the most successful business personnel and celebrities. It’s taken me a while to gain an interview. I’m so immersed in the article that I only realise a suit has passed me when I hear the office door slam. Oh my God, what have I done? I was too busy reading to be able to wish Mr Gregory a good morning. I’m mortified. I might as well leave and go home now.

I’m left waiting another twenty minutes and my interview time was now forty-five minutes ago. If I’d been kept waiting like this by anyone else I’d have haughtily stomped off by now; there were some perks of being a Daniels stepdaughter and not having to wait for people was one of them. There was always somebody else more than willing to queue up for
me
.

‘Mr Gregory will see you now,’ says Two and moves to stand next to the office door. I shake my hair, forgetting it’s not past my shoulders any more, following a new ‘take me more serious’ hair cut and join her. She opens the door. ‘Miss Mulroney to see you Sir.’ I walk in, a large smile fixed upon my face.

‘Miss Mulroney, it’s a
pleasure
to meet you,’ says a full top lipped mouth, whilst those grey eyes watch me astutely.

My heart sinks to my feet. ‘There must be some mistake. I’m, I’m, er,’ I cough. ‘I’m here for the PA job with Mr Gregory?’

He walks over to me, hand extended. ‘Gabriel Gregory. I think perhaps you thought the post was for my father?’

I nod. I’m not able to extend to the function of speaking.

‘No, I’m sorry, he, pardon me for saying, doesn’t employ anyone not recommended by at least ten people. In fact he likes to steal the best Assistants from his so-called friends. Doesn’t usually go down well, but hey that’s the Gregory mentality, when we want something we get it.’

I finally come to my senses and move to shake his hand.

‘You’re safe, I’ve washed them.’

I blush but shake. He holds onto my hand for just a second too long.

‘Please,’ he indicates, ‘take a seat. I’ve kept you waiting long enough. My apologies, I had an urgent matter to attend to.’

We go through the motions of an interview. He asks about previous experience and my mind thinks of something else entirely. I try and answer everything just as I would have done were his father sitting there. He buzzes through to Two and asks her to bring coffee and biscuits. I look around his office, at its grey walls and black gloss units. Everything is away, there are no files to be seen. Just a phone on his desk and a leather bound notebook and pen.

I realise I haven’t been listening to him for a minute or so.

‘Do you usually ignore your potential boss in interviews Miss Mulroney?’

I feel my cheeks burn. ‘I am so sorry. Shall I just leave now?’ I begin to stand up.

‘No, I don’t recall indicating that this interview is over, although if I had you wouldn’t have heard me.’

‘Again, I apologise. I really do want this job Mr Gregory.’

‘Gabe, please. I’m looking for a relaxed working relationship, where I can rely on my PA to be my back up. That’s one of the most important qualities that I need from you if you work for me. The ability to call me Gabe, and feel confident enough to run my diary and boss me around when needs be, but to know when I need to be referred to as Mr Gregory.’

‘I’m sure I can do that.’

‘Oh I’m sure you’d have no problems in bossing me around at all Miss Mulroney.’

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