Alessander's Possessiveness Was Life Threatening

This guy sure thought he was hot shit.

"Yes, that will not be necessary. I'm just here to pick up a package." I flat out told him, avoiding his gaze. The bastard was waiting for me in the car, and I did not have the luxury to chat up the staff.

He took out a clipboard and pen, "I haven't seen you here before, is this your first time?" He asked, sliding the folder to me.

"If it is, I would be glad to help you." The guy said, tossing me a wink.

Ah, the overly friendly approach. I could smell a con artist a mile away, and this man reeked of sketchy.

"I don't have to answer that." I replied, furiously scribbling down the package details, "Now go fetch my package." I ordered.

He chuckled, "Princess has a temper." He muttered under his breath.

The eye roll I gave him was inevitable.

Scanning the info, he made a frown, "The information here isn't complete, I'll need your number written down here."