I still sit at the desk, my arms and legs folded, glaring at Timber, who dwarfs the doorway as he watches me.
“Are you just going to stand there so I can admire your chest the whole time we talk, or are you actually going to sit down?”
I nod at the chair next to the desk, far enough away that I can’t touch him, but near enough that it’s going to drive me wild.
“It’s my house, and you’re ordering me around,” he says huffily as he sits.
“Yeah? Well, I didn’t come back smelling like a lavender popsicle.”
“That’s because I…” As soon as I raise a brow, he trails off, and I love how his cheeks go pink. There should be a law about guys his age looking this cute.
I just have to remember that ten minutes ago I was furiously rubbing one out in the bathroom two doors down because of him and my other asshole alpha. Just as I was warming up to Kane as well.
“If you’re going to fuck other people, at least get changed before you come and see me.”
I'm already working out a way to steal his shirt for my nest. It'll be even better than the last one.
Timber flushes harder, but he’s not denying it. He shuffles in his seat like I’m scolding him instead of hinting that he has a pipeline to my pussy and he knows how to fill it.
If he keeps this up, I could found my very own slicktopia, built on an island surrounded by oceans of slick.
“What was it you wanted to talk about?” he finally asks while I’m already dreaming of the throne of slick he could eat me out on. That’s a lot more fun than what I’m planning to say.
I clear my throat, my bunched fists hiding under my armpits.
“I think it’s best if I stop living here and working for you,” I say, looking away as his gaze suddenly grows heavy.
My awareness of him skyrockets as he takes a deep breath, and I can’t help peeking at his chest under his hockey tee to relieve some of the tension. That’s before his scowl appears.
“I mean, I can’t keep working for you under these conditions, so I’ve decided to move out. I can still provide meal plans, butI believe it would be best if they are prepared and cooked by someone else.”
The silence tightens my chest, but I have to stay firm. I can’t let myself be swayed by the look of shock on his face.
“Luke, are you serious? I don’t understand. I thought we were getting along.”
I rub my piercing against the roof of my mouth, swallowing before I answer. “I’m struggling to maintain an employee-boss relationship with you, and I think it would be easier for us both if I left now.”
I hate the way I speak. I practiced saying it formally so that I’d come off like a professional, but it sounds so unlike me that I want to turn around and say ‘haha, just kidding’ before word vomiting about how much I like him.
“‘Easier for us both’?” he echoes, gritting his jaw. “Is that a joke? How do you think that would be easy on me?”
He shifts to the edge of his seat, his pants tightening as he moves. His thighs are so thick they’ll suffocate me if I take a nice trip down there. I force myself to look straight into his eyes so I don’t do anything like drool over how his huge hands curl around the arms of the chair in the same way he cupped my ass at the restaurant.
“Is it your heat?” he asks. I flinch, stunned so quickly that my heart falls to the floor with my jaw.
Why did his mind have to go there? Couldn’t he just be a big ol’ romantic and ask if it’s because I love him?
Though considering what he was like on our ‘date’, maybe he’s just being awkward again.
“You told me you were going to help an omega in heat, remember? Was that you?”
My brow furrows as I look away from him. “This is what I mean about an employee-boss relationship. My heat shouldn’t have anything to do with you.”
“But I’m your—”
I cough loudly to cover up whatever else he was going to spit out, glaring at him. He gets the hint and snaps his lips shut.
Hopefully, that would give him a clue about why I’m running for the hills. It would hurt more if he came out and said it.
