“What are you doing?”
I stare down at my chest and shrug. “Fucking hot out there.”
My eyes land on the write-up I’d crumpled up earlier on his desk once more. It’s wrinkled and there’s a coffee stain on it, but Arbor seems insistent on trying to goad me.
I grab it and tear it up into tiny pieces, dropping it on his desk, the bits scattering across his keyboard.
He glowers at me.
“You are behaving unprofessionally.”
“Only with you,” I add, and his cheeks flush. “Stop trying to write me up and just talk to me.”
His jaw clenches. “You were flirting with Leona.”
“We’re friends.”
“It’s not how we conduct business here.”
“Nah, it’s friendly.”
His hands clench into fists on his desk, and he lets out a long breath.
“You seem to be friendly with everyone. Is there a person around here you don’t like?”
I shrug. “Don’t give people much thought.”
“Do you give me any thought?” he asks and then clamps his lips shut, as if he said too much.
I hesitate, wondering if I should give it away, if I should lay all my cards out on the table.
Fuck it. I love a good game.
“Yeah, I dreamt of you last night, your ass up, my tongue inside of you.”
His breathing comes out labored.
“I’m your boss.”
“You are. So what? I still got on my knees for you.”
“Is that how you see it? You’re submissive to me?”
I wet my lips, my alpha roaring.Take him!But I tamp it down. I know how he is when he’s in heat—needy, a complete omega. But right now, he’s just a man, my boss. If he needs to feel powerful right now, I’ll let him be in charge.
“Do I need to prove it to you?”
“Are you soliciting me?”
“Just putting an offer out there.”
He stares at me, and I smell it—that vanilla and sweet amber scent. His need wraps around me. I’m willing to shove my alpha instincts aside if it allows his omega to come to me.
I don’t even hesitate; I just drop to my knees and place my hands behind my back. His breath hitches, the scent of him growing stronger.
I stare at him, my body tingling with awareness.
Then the wheels of his chair slide across the floor, and I see him stand up, his hands moving to the front of his pants.
