“I can’t believe this. It was supposed to be anonymous.”
“It was, but your eyes are a dead giveaway.” I don’t mention his varying scents. Don’t want to send him over the edge. He’s already far too close to falling over completely.
“I hate them.”
He closes his eyelids as if to shut me out, so I move toward him and lean against the edge of his desk.
“Come on, look at me.” He does so reluctantly. One eye and then the other. “You’re still my boss. This changes nothing.”
“It changeseverything. You saw me…saw me likethat.” His tone changes, his eyes growing hazy. “You smelled me and you wanted me…you told me you were going to mark me!” He gasps. “I was your first man. Oh my gods.”
“Like I said, it doesn’t need to be a big deal.”
“It is a big fucking deal.” He inhales deeply, and I notice the shift in his body. “I can smell your pheromones right now,” he says, blinking rapidly.
“Yeah, and I can smell your slick, but it doesn’t change the fact that this is work. We can keep it professional.”
He bristles at that, wiggling in his seat.
“Do not mention…that.”
“It’s true. But yeah, I said it once and won’t say it again. We’ll just keep it professional from now on.”
“Keep it professional,” he snaps. “Like I won’t be able to stop myself from begging you to suck my dick or bend me over. My gods. That won’t ever happen here. No one can know about this. No one.”
I say nothing to that because if he begged for my dick, I’d give it to him. I’d do it all. But not until he wants it.
“We won’t mention it again. We can forget it ever happened.”
That’s a lie. I can’t forget it happened, but I say it anyway. To help him relax, to stop the hyperventilation.
“You better forget that night because I’m not doing that with you again.”
As he says it, his cheeks redden, and I know that he’s thinking of it, my cock inside him. The way my knot fit so perfectly, the way he called meAlphaand meant it. For that night, I owned him.
And he knows it.
“I’m leaving,” he says, quickly shutting his computer off and grabbing his bag. In his haste, he forgets his glasses, so I pick them up and hand them to him.
Our fingers brush as he grabs them, and he whimpers at the touch. That needy omega is coming out, and his scent is growing stronger.
Coconut and cloves.
It doesn’t bother me at all. It’s thick and warm, and I want to smother myself in it. Like the best dessert. Even the purifier does nothing to quell it.
I adjust myself and bite back a groan.
I wonder if he’ll go home tonight and push a knotted silicone cock inside of him and think of me, of the way I smell, the way I look.
I follow him out of the trailer, my eyes sliding down to his ass, and I watch his hand tremble as he locks up.
“Why are you standing so close?” he whispers.
I take a step back, and he exhales deeply.
“Have a good night, Mr. Barrett,” he says, his voice wobbling slightly.
“You too.”
