Even if I was intrigued about what he wanted, he had some nerve to show up unannounced and expect to speak with me.
“Get rid of him, Aidan. I don’t work on the senator’s time.”
“He’s insistent. Has a pretty, young omega with him.”
That piqued my curiosity. Did he think that by bringing a girl with him, I wouldn’t put a bullet in his head? Messy. All of it. Iwasn’t wasteful and wouldn’t take a life unless there was a reason for it. But I was pissed enough after today to do it.
Presumptuous bastard, showing up here. My thumb flicked the condensation from my glass, wondering how I would deal with the aftermath of killing a gubernatorial candidate.
“I can see your mind working,” Aidan said, raising a brow. “You can’t kill him.”
“Piss off. Any inkling of what he wants?”
“Nope. I have some guesses.”
So did I. A career politician like William Sterling didn’t get where he was by playing fair. He was polishing his resume, looking to add governor for a potential presidential run in the next decade.
“Bring them up to my office in thirty minutes.”
An amused look flicked across Aidan’s face as he nodded, leaving the room. I stood, sipping my whisky and looking out the window. My hand drifted to the gun in my desk, tucking it into the waistband of my trousers.
I didn’t trust the fucker.
After exactly thirty minutes had passed, there was a knock.
As the door to my office groaned open, the sweetest, most fragrant scent greeted me. It smelled like wildflowers, honey, and summer rain, reminding me of the rolling hills in Ireland where I grew up. My dick twitched, a possessiveness stirring within me.
My alpha begged to be let loose.
Aidan showed the senator and the girl into my office as he stood out of the way, leaning against a far wall.
I squinted, recognizing the young omega from the charity event last week. My hand clasped the tumbler in my grip, almost shattering it before I lowered it onto my desk.
Those pretty blue eyes had haunted my dreams since Saturday. The cute omega disappeared before I could introduce myself.
The Fates must have been pleased to deliver her to me.
Enclosed in my office, all I smelled was her, and I was close to losing it. Aidan had the audacity to smirk at me, his alpha apparently not as affected as mine was.
I prided myself on my control. Omegas didn’t affect me, not like other alphas. I didn’t lose my mind when they entered the room.
When I presented, my father taught me to control my instincts.
An omega-drunk alpha couldn’t be the head of the most prominent Irish family in the country.
For the first time since I turned eighteen, I was close to succumbing to the sweetest-smelling omega I had ever met, giving in to a primal desire to woo her, to get on my knees and worship her.
I’ve fucked plenty of omegas and betas. There had even been one female alpha who had been as tough as my men. Despite that, I never once lost my composure.
But now, there was this captivating omega, smelling like sin with sapphire eyes that twinkled like crystals, making my dick harder than stone. One look at her, and my alpha roared, ready to throw everything I had worked for my entire life away.
Her eyes widened, casting a silent glare at the senator that had me suppressing a snort. Whoever she was, she was pissed at him. Blue highlights shone on the underside of her glossy black hair when her head snapped to the side. A line of freckles spread over her sun-kissed cheeks, and I wondered if there were more of them under the sexy as hell sundress she was wearing.
I moved to the front of my desk, pressing my hips into the custom oak and gripping the edge behind me. The girl was unreadable, keeping her pretty eyes glued to me, assessing me. Her expression fell when it landed on my gun, some of the color draining from her face.
Instinct told me to comfort her, to hide my gun so she wouldn’t be nervous, but I assumed if I made any movement for it, it would only make her more nervous.
Instead, I forced my attention back to the man beside her.
