My shoe crunched on one of the documents littering the ground and I gasped, immediately dropping to my knees tocollect them. I grabbed one near his foot and added it to the disorganized pile.
“Girl,” he snapped. His large hands cupped under my arms again and he hoisted me up. I blinked at him. My biceps were in his hold, pulling my shoulders up before he dropped his hands from me.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Astor?—”
He only put a hand up and Judy shut up. Her eyes spit anger at me; I was definitely fired. I swallowed hard. Once we walked out of here, Judy would get rid of me. Tears sprang to my eyes.
I would beg her for another chance. I couldn’t lose this job.
I peeked up to find him watching me with his jaw obviously clenched. I dipped my head, my face scorching hot.
“I’m sorry,” I croaked, staring down at my exposed feet.
“You’re excused back to your desk,” he murmured, with a soft touch on my spine. It sent warmth through my stomach and an uncomfortable ache—a neediness coated my body. I started backing away with my head still lowered.
“Let’s get back to business, yes?” he addressed the rest of the room.
I hurried out so fast that I practically sprinted, even with a completely broken shoe. Oh gosh, oh gosh, what just happened? I limped to the bathroom to splash my face with water.
I felt him move while I sat on him. He felt harder and the heat in my belly spawned the urge to grind down. I feared I would have if he hadn’t stood and dumped me on the ground.
I wanted to die of embarrassment.
My company cell phone vibrated, and I hurried to fish it out.
Strike two.
That meant I still had one more chance. I staggered to the wall and drooped in relief. Bubbles populated from her end, indicating that she was typing— a lot.
The long list of everything I had to do by the end of the day. I sighed and rubbed my hungry belly. No lunch again. I’d pass by my desk and grab a granola bar since I’d spend all day running to different parts of the city. Since I’d just moved here, everything took me twice as long. I couldn’t wait until I learned all the streets.
It was late evening.The sky’s gray hue spilled through the blinds of my office on the highest floor of the building facing New York City. Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about the Omega—a fucking intern no less. What had she done to me? I turned my wrist to check the time. Four hours later and my aching cock still hadn’t settled. I groaned, leaning forward to thud my elbows on my desk. The icy shower I’d taken in my private bathroom haddone nothing to get rid of the pain. It’d been a few busy weeks, so I hadn’t had time for a good fuck. A visit to Jean would fix the issue and I could return without the little temptress crowding my mind.
The stack of documents I still needed to rifle through stared at me. I needed to get this done before I could leave. But I couldn’t focus on anything, and I would bet my inheritance it was because of her. Maybe I could find her and give her a good fucking—no, she looked young, a fresh graduate and more pressing than that, she was an employee.
I shoved back, reclining in the leather chair. Employees were off limits, no exceptions, so I knew better. I rubbed my palm over my straining zipper. Fuck it, at the very least she could fill my thoughts as I jerked off. Unbuckling my belt, a tug on my zipper freed my cock. Luckily, I’d used the table during the meeting as cover, or else everyone would have seen my hard on. I took myself in hand.
My shaft throbbed and I groaned, jutting my hips up.
I hadn’t felt like a randy teenager even when I was a teenager, nor had I ever had to jerk myself off in my office or anywhere else for that matter.
Her long black hair had rustled near my cheek, wafting her Omega scent to my nose. Her young face turned up toward me while her dark eyebrows raised to meet the bangs wisping the front of her forehead. Her mannerisms were submissive, and it triggered my need to dominate her, to fuck her, even though she looked much younger than me. I wanted to spread my cum over her bronzed skin, marking her.
I shouldn’t want the girl. I didn’t know where this voracious need spawned from, but she’d triggered it and that was the first interaction we’d had . . . maybe she was my Scent Match—no, it was impossible, why would my Scent Match be a mousy, young woman?
As delicious as she was, this was nothing more than lust.
She’d parted her plush lips and stared up at me with a delightful red flush blooming across the bridge of her nose. I squeezed my shaft, and a bead of cum slicked the top of my cock, trickling down to my palm. I shuddered and smoothed it down. Then she called meSir. A heavy ache gathered in my balls.
I craved hearing it from her again . . . Even more, I craved fucking her. If I heard her little whimpers, God, that would do me in.
Chapter Two
Just as I’d assumed, everything took me much longer to do because I spent half of it running in circles and waiting for small breaks in the rain. Then, on top of that, I’d had to wait for the dry cleaners to finish with the suit. They’d apologized profusely for it, and I didn’t want to make a stink about it, so I just waited. It was closing in on 9 P.M. as I hurried down the hall, trying to keep pushing through the exhaustion weighing my steps down. It was so damn cold. I hugged the plastic wrapped clothing tighter to my chest; I’d place this in his office and get out of here.
The rain had let up, hopefully it would stay away long enough for me to catch the bus. I’d taken the subway all week but with how late it was, I could only imagine how sketchy it would bewhen it was already questionable during the day. Sure, the bus wasn’t the safest either, but at least there were multiple exits.
I rounded the corner, turning into the front of Mr. Astor’s office. Two desks faced each other, one of them was mine, and between them were the five steps up to the oversized door that led to his personal office. Judy told me to hang his suit in the hidden wardrobe embedded in the wall beside the bathroom.
