Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

“Coffee,” a gruff voice said. “Cream, no sugar.”

I looked up to see an Alpha sidling up to the counter, shrugging off a rain–soaked trench coat. I grit my teeth, choosing not to point out the trail of water he left from the door to the stool. Alphas rarely cared if I had to clean up after them, especially since I was just a human diner waitress.

I poured his coffee, glancing at him as he took his seat. He was tall and broad across the shoulders, with a shock of black hair and a single stray curl that was plastered across his forehead from the rain. With the stubble dotting his square jaw, he looked handsome in the most typical Alpha sort of way.

But it was his green eyes, piercing as they looked up at me, that caught my attention.

He froze when he looked at me, and I swore his eyes glowed for a moment–like glowing lichen hidden in a dark cave, or the bioluminescent ocean at night.

In that moment, I felt a sudden and profound connection to him. I couldn’t explain it, not at the time, but I knew that we were meant to meet.

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And somehow, the song playing on the jukebox didn’t sound so bad anymore.

“Arthur,” he said, extending his hand.

I glanced down. “Your hand is wet.”

He cleared his throat, cheeks reddening ever so slightly as he wiped his hand on a napkin. “Sorry.” He extended it again, and when I shook it, his large hand almost engulfed mine.

I swallowed. “What would you like?”

“Your name,” he replied.

“I mean–oh,” I said, suddenly feeling sheepish for the first time since starting this job. “Iris.”

After that, he ordered a burger and fries, and neither of us stopped chatting the entire time. Nearly two hours passed before he finally paid his bill, and I was reluctant to let him go.