“What? Didn’t you create this place because you like to watch? Is that your thing?”
“You can’t work here anymore,” he tells me as he pours himself a scotch.
“Being your stepsister doesn’t seem like a valid reason for termination. Sounds like a lawsuit just waiting to happen.”
He laughs sardonically. “What are you going to do? Use my money to sue me, Luna?”
“I’m sure Stewart would fund my wrongful termination suit.”
“At the candle shop?” he asks, and I shrug my shoulders. “Why are you even working here? I make sure everything you need is taken care of.” My eyebrows furrow, and I look at him. This is the least composed I’ve ever seen him.
“What do you mean?”
He sighs. “My father has no money. I fund the life you live. If it’s about living there, I can get you your own place. I just figured this was best since you are”—he looks my figure up and down and licks his lips—“unbonded.”
“It’s not about money.”
“Then what is it about?” he asks, crowding my space. His scent is nearly choking me.
“I like it,” I breathe.
“You like being watched?”
“It makes me feel powerful,” I tell him honestly.
“You don’t need to dance here to feel powerful. You hold so much power, and you don’t even know it,” he says.
“What does that even mean?”
“You could have any pack you want, Luna. Why the fuck are you here? If it’s about getting away from your cunt of a mother, why not choose a pack?”
“No one compares.”
“What?”
I look down and play with the collar of his jacket. “You wouldn’t understand, you get everything you want.”
He barks out a laugh and pours himself another drink as he leans his hip against his desk and takes slow sips. “You couldn’t be further from the truth, Luna.”
“What do you want that you can’t have?”
“You,” he replies.
I’m shocked by his words, and my mouth gapes open. I point to myself. “You want me?”
“It’s fucked up, isn’t it? The one person I can’t have is the one I want.”
“Why would you want me?”
“I’ve always felt the need to protect you from your mother. But as you’ve gotten older, I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. That’s why I need you to stop coming here.”
“Why do you even care, Ian?”
“Because if anyone is going to watch you and not get to touch, it’s gonna fucking be me,” he says with a growl.
His pheromones are even thicker. Orange peels and cedar wood are literally the only things I can think about right now. And how tightly his dress shirt is clinging to his muscular chest. He’s so fucking hot, and he wants me—to watch me? I’ve had dozens of Alphas pine over me while I’m dancing for them, but I’ve never felt so desired as I do at this moment.
He eyes me carefully, his dark gaze drinking up my body as I spread my legs. While I thought the teacher at the Omega finishing school was a total bitch, I do shave, and I’m pleased that I did when I slide my lingerie to the side and expose my pussy to him. When he groans and inhales loudly, I know I’m affecting him.
