Page 9 of Gluttony

Not my finest moment.

Waking up on Wednesday, I decided to take the bull by its horns and get the coffee order before I even walked into the office. This means I left home even earlier in order to make the subway that’ll get me to my stop twenty minutes past seven. Except the coffee shop opens at seven-thirty because they’re a bunch of bastards.

Why the fuck would they open so late knowing people need to be at work at eight? You’d think I’d be first in line, at least. Alas, I’m not, and since this is the only place my bosses will drink coffee from, I can’t even cross the busy New York street to go to another shop without putting my job in jeopardy.

Mickey would lose his shit if I lost this job, no pun intended.

“Billiard?” I frown when I hear the barista call out the name. Who the fuck names their kid Billiard? Probably someone like my bosses. They’d be assholish enough to do that.

“Billiard?” The barista yells louder and we all look around the shop, hoping this asshat will get his shit so we can move on.

“Weird name, huh?” I smirk at my neighbor who barely acknowledges my presence. New Yorkers are too busy to speak so I don’t even get a nod.

“Three coffees, black. A coconut milk latte with a dash of—” Oh, fuck. That’s me. Rushing to get my order, I frown at the name.

“That’s what you heard? I said Bella, not Billiard.”

“Stewart!” Asshole gothisname right, though, didn’t he?

The rest of the morning continues to suck worse than yesterday, and that was hard to top. Although, Orion’s on his way over to my desk so my morning may just be getting a little more fun. Unless, of course, I’ve done something wrong and he’s on his way over to fire me.

“Hi, Bella. Apologies for not stopping by sooner. Our entire marketing campaign for Rayne of Knights’s new album was on deadline so I was down to the wire with the team.” Well, at least that explains why I never saw the coffees go beyond the secretary’s desk. I don’t think Drew likes me if the half-assed thank yous and follow-up sneers are any indication.

“No worries, honestly. I’m still trying to learn the ropes so it’s probably better you don’t see me often so you can’t judge me.” Pretty sure that’s not something you say to your boss but it’s out there now so no going back.

Orion sits on the corner of my desk and I try really fucking hard not to think about how deep his cock was down my throat just three months ago. Again, not the most professional thing I should be doing.

“How’s it going? Are you liking your job?” I think long and hard about his question because the truth isn’t going to get me any brownie points.

“It’s a little challenging getting to know all the quirks and preferences of each of you but I’ll get the hang of it quickly.” There, that was honest without coming off as a complaint.

Orion leans in and the scent of his sandalwood cologne almost knocks me off my chair.

“If there’s anything I can do to help, you know where to find me.” With a wink and subtle smile, he rises, pats me on the shoulder, and walks away.

The rest of my day was just me trying to over analyze every single one of his words and gestures. Judging from our interaction, I’m going to go out on a limb and say he’s going to be the easiestinof the three.

Where Hadley, I’m sure, would fuck me on the nearest flat surface, I think he’d forget my existence mere minutes later. Hayes can’t even look at me, which begs the question of why he even hired me in the first place. But Orion? Well, he’s just…nice. It doesn’t hurt that his dark-brown hair and matching eyes give me all the warm and fuzzies, not to mention he’s built like a fucking machine. As in a machine made to fuck.

With my mind firmly on Orion, I make it a point to stay in the office longer today, waiting out Drew. My plan is to sneak a little peek into his office to get a sense of his tastes.

But you know what they say about best laid plans? They don’t mean fuck all if the office door is locked and I, the fucking executive assistant, do not have the key.Yet.

When I return to my desk, I see it. Sitting on top of my notebook, a blue rabbit origami with a smile drawn on it and a tongue sticking out, teasing me.

Okay, it was cute at first but now it’s just giving creep-vibes.

Mickey’s squirrelled away in his home office, working in the background with cameras and shit I don’t understand by the time I get to my Midtown apartment and call him while I eat dinner. Our conversation is short, kind of like his fuse these days, so I take a quick shower then collapse into bed alone.

By the time Thursday rolls around, I’m confident I can make this job my bitch.

At this point, my routine is easier to navigate. No need to get the coffee early so I head to the office first, start my morning tasks, and around eight-thirty, I run to the coffee shop. They understand the letterB, so that’s my name now. Taking a chance on sweetening up Orion, I get him a scone to go with his coffee. Then I realize it would look odd so I get three, one for each of them. But that also feels wrong somehow so I get three more for the secretaries.

Confident, I breeze back into the office, dropping off a blueberry muffin for Phoebe because buttering up the receptionist is always a good idea. They see all, know all, and are the deepest well of gossip you can find.

As I do my rounds, I’m surprised to find Orion’s office door open with all three bosses inside, talking. I try really hard not to listen, or look for that matter, because fuck me, they are lethal. From the dark-gray suit on Hayes—I know it’s him because the stick up his ass makes his shoulders nice and square—to the black pants and black sweater on Orion, and the dark jeans and white button-down on Hadley. Not gonna lie, there’s something delicious about a man who leaves the top buttons open and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off his muscled forearms.

“Here.” I blink at the voice, shaking my head and looking at the source. Drew holds out a couple of paper tissues with a smirk on his lips and brow raised high like he just caught me staring at a three-course meal. Which, let’s be honest, he most certainly did.

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