Alpha Geek Gray

Skylar Milan has had it with the fashion industry and their beauty standards. She misses her family and she really misses carbs. The things she’d do for a piece of bread would get her arrested. The last thing expected during her flight home was to have her hunger for a delicious cheese sandwich be replaced with a different type of hunger. One that has her banging the cute doctor in the airplane bathroom. But whatever. She had a good time and it’s not like she’s ever going to see him again, right? Oh how wrong she was. 

Dr. Gray Hart is in town for a very serious meeting with world leaders. The technology he’s discovered could change the world as we know it. Knowing he is being followed, he goes to Nick Milan, looking to hire a bodyguard. When the beautiful Skylar is assigned to him, Gray can’t believe his luck. He hasn’t stopped thinking about her since their passionate encounter and induction in the mile-high club. Now he wants to have her bare and laid out on a bed where he can really lose himself in her. Except, he can’t. She's a shifter and he's a weak human. 

Things go horribly wrong during his meeting and an attack leaves Gray at death’s door. It’s only with a scientific wonder serum that he escapes death. And becomes something out of his deepest fantasies. He’s a shifter and he’s stronger than he ever imagined. Now he can really tear Skylar’s clothes off without missing a beat. He still has to prove to Skylar that he is the right man for her. But first, he has to save the world…

Reader's Note: Get ready for action, romance, humor, and so much heat your e-reader is gonna fog up. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Come to mama.

Skylar Milan straightened her back into the seat, barely able to contain her excitement. 

And all for a cheese sandwich. The thick slices of sharp cheddar poked out of the fresh ciabatta bun, calling her name. Yum. Grabbing it ever so lovingly, she took a huge bite and moaned. Loudly. The sound echoed through the first-class cabin.

A few nosey-asses craned their necks to see her, but Skylar couldn’t bring herself to care. She closed her eyes in bliss as she took another mouthful. She hadn’t allowed herself carbs in so long, it felt like she was discovering bread all over again. God. It was amazing. Somewhere inside, her lioness growled her appreciation. She’d kept her animal underfed for far too long.

“You really seem to be enjoying that,” the man beside her said, a grin on his handsome, albeit pale and skinny face.

“Oh yeah.” Skylar didn’t even bother to swallow, speaking around another nibble of her lunch. “So good.”

The man watched on, clearly amused by Skylar’s current feeding.

“You should totally get one,” she told him. I might just steal it from you. Skylar was pretty sure she could get a handle on her seat-mate. Though he was good-looking, he was on the scrawny side. She could wrestle the sandwich out of his long, bony hands. Her lioness paced inside of her, a low hum emanating from the animal’s throat. Fuck, the damned animal had been all out of whack in the last few years.

“I think I prefer to watch you eat it,” he shot back. His face darkened, the redness spreading all the way to the tops of his ears. He pushed his wiry silver glasses up his nose. 

The silver metal brought out the blue from the man’s eyes. Skylar, not one to find nerdy guys to be appealing, had the desire to take the frames, toss them aside and muss up the guy’s perfectly coiffed black hair. With the thought, her lioness’s growl became louder.

Geez, girl, Skylar told her animal, I’ll eat more soon. No need for the drama. Besides, Skylar wanted to concentrate on her snack. With another moan, she finished the delicious luncheon.

“I appreciate a woman with an appetite. Especially when she’s making those noises.” The man’s face was a deep shade of burgundy. He clearly wasn’t used to speaking like that to a woman. Skylar had to wonder why he was choosing to say them to her. Perhaps he recognized her and wanted a shot with a once somewhat known model. 

“I’m Skylar Milan,” she said, wiping breadcrumbs from her blue skinny jeans. Oh damn, those were already fitting tight. Fuck yeah, take that beauty standards! “And you are?” 

The man showed no signs of recognition. Huh. Maybe he just thought she was hot and wanted to flirt innocently for the duration of the eight-hour international flight. 

“I’m Dr. Gray Hart,” he answered, shifting in his seat. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t like adding that title in front of your name?” It was written all over his face. This guy didn’t like to posture. It was kind of endearing, really. Most guys Skylar met where always listing off their riches and exploits as if she should fall to her knees right then and there.

“I hate showing off,” Gray explained. “But if I don’t mention it right off the bat, people assume I’m hiding something. Honesty is the best policy. So I use my title all the time.”

“It’s an accomplishment, you should be proud of yourself. I wish I had been good at the book learning stuff. School was always boring to me.”

Yikes. Skylar sure was over-sharing with the cute doctor. She hoped she wasn’t making herself sound like an idiot.

“So, what do you then?” As he asked the question, he turned his body toward her, his arm brushing hers. Skylar wanted to stamp down on her lioness’s tail to make her quiet down. The animal had reacted instantly to his arm grazing hers. 

“Well, at this very moment, I am unemployed.” She grinned. “It feels so good. I walked off the runway in Paris two days ago, and I am not going back.” Skylar pointed to remnants of her sandwich. “It’s no fun starving yourself for a job.”

“Starving yourself?” Gray’s eyes were wide and full of shock and concern.

“Of course. Think I can stay a size skeleton if I eat normally?”

“That’s fair, I suppose.”

Gray hailed the flight attendant and asked for a cheese sandwich. Skylar tried to ignore her own growling stomach at the thought of the warm, fresh bread. Once the food was delivered, Gray dropped it onto her table. A playful smile bent his full lips. Skylar was torn. What was more appetizing, the snack or the man’s lips?

Wait, what?

What the hell was she thinking? She couldn’t be attracted to the doc. He not only wasn’t her type, but he was human. With one good pussy squeeze, Skylar could dislocate, if not permanently damage his cock. She winced. So not the image she needed.

“Eat,” he said, pointing to the package. “Doctor’s orders.”

This time, when her lioness perked up, Skylar had to agree. The commanding tone Gray had taken was scorching and a little dangerous. Skylar let herself really take in the man. He was rather on the skinny side, but he was so good-looking. His blue eyes were sharp and intense while his large, full lips were inviting. Skylar wanted to run her tongue along them, maybe even take a quick dip into his mouth. His nose was angular and slightly too pointy, but the glasses softened it.

Mine, lioness howled.

Shit. Guilt had Skylar shuffling in her seat. Maybe if she had kept better eating habits in the last few years, her lioness wouldn’t be so confused. There was no way the doctor was her mate. With a sigh, Skylar grabbed the sandwich and bit into it. Here you go, she spoke to her animal. Eat this and stay away from the human.