I didn’t even know his name, but at least I’d checked to make sure he was single first. That had to count for something. At least I wasn’t disrespecting some random omega.
His lips were so soft against mine and he tasted like bourbon and sin. My omega was on high alert now, peeking out from where she’d been moping, the ache between my thighs was completely inappropriate but I didn’t give a single fuck.
“I swear I saw her come in here,” Sadie grumbled, before the sound of her footsteps finally receded.
For some reason, the stunning alpha had kissed me back. His tongue teasing against mine as I melted into him.
When I pulled away, he looked just as surprised as I felt. I hurriedly glanced behind me.
I watched the back of Sadie’s head disappear out of the door, still hunting me down, but at least now I was safe in here.
“Can you tell me what that was about?”
“No,” I blurted, more of a question than an answer. How did I explain all this to him?
“I know you’re not going to come in here, kiss me like that, and give me zero explanation,” he challenged. His dark brown eyes were burning now, imploring me to clue him in.
At least I knew he enjoyed the kiss as much as I did. It was one of the best kisses I’d ever had, but that wasn’t a healthy thought at the moment.
I narrowed my eyes, considering my options. I could make up a lie, but for some reason, I found myself not wanting to. I really wished I could breathe in his scent, the one thing missing in this moment.
Damn these venues and their no-scent policies.
I understood why they had them, but right now, my omega was very interested, maybe she was even in desperation mode, doing anything to erase the memory of the pack that clearly didn’t care about the promises we’d made to each other. All our plans for the future were gone. My entire life, a damn wreck.
Had they ever cared about me? Was I blind and this was going on the entire time?
“Mr. Hawthorne, is everything okay over here?” the voice was accusatory. I guess I hadn’t snuck in unnoticed after all.
My eyes widened as I looked down at him. A small smirk played across his lips as he stared back at me.
“For the love of all that’s holy, tell me you arenotCole Hawthorne,” I begged him.
He arched a brow, clearly amused by this entire encounter.
“I’m fine, thank you,” he told the beta security guard.
“Thanks,” I whispered, still processing what the hell just happened.
“Now you have me at a disadvantage,” he said smoothly. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
The one person I’d chosen to kiss, on impulse, no less, was none other than Cole Hawthorne, the CEO ofPack & Co... and my fucking boss.
Damn, Aspen, when you fuck up, you really fuck up.
“That’s probably for the best,” I muttered as I started to wriggle off of him.
His hands were on my hips now, holding me there, not letting me escape this insanely awkward moment.
“Look, I’m just going to take my Santa suit and get the hell out of here,” I said, pushing against his hold.
Everything I’d heard about this man other than the fact that he was insanely wealthy, was that he was a strict boss, meticulous about what he liked, and not afraid to make everyone around him miserable.
Strict, severe, controlling… an alpha to the extreme.
None of that was something I wanted to deal with. Not after the pack I’d just left behind.
“Oh, Cole, honey! Sorry it took me so long.”
