Page 3 of Susie's Orc

I take a deep inhale and almost imagine I can still scent it, still taste it, the impossibly delicious scent of her…

No.

That can’t be it.

There’s no way Susie was sitting next to me in that boring accounts payable meeting, staring at my hands, perfuming the air between us with her arousal.

No. Not possible.

Eyes still on my computer, I make myself focus on the last page of the report my boss is expecting by the end of the day. We’re wrapping up quarterly financials, and I can’t leave until I turn my portion of the reporting in.

It should be easy enough. I’ve run this same report every quarter since I started working at the Bureau, and by this point, I could probably do it in my sleep.

But unlike all those other quarters, I don’t have the memory of Susie Grove’s face seared into the backs of my eyelids to haunt me while I stare at all those numbers.

Wide-eyed, flushed, so adorably guilty as she quickly averted her gaze. And the way she shifted in her seat when I adjusted my hands in front of me, flexed my fingers, like she was trying to soothe an ache between her thighs, trying to give herself a little pressure so she could—

I bite back a silent curse and give my head a hard shake, but it’s no use. I can’t stop playing the images over and over in my mind. Each time I do, I’m more and more certain that I’m not wrong.

Gods above, I hope I’m not wrong.

Because all those memories are stirring something in me. Something deep and hungry and possessive, something that calls on all my most primal, deep-seated instincts and commands me to go to her, find her, draw more of those flushes and more of that sweet scent from her, pull her to me and—

“Greenwood.”

Visibly startling in my chair, I turn to find my boss, a cranky old griffin named Kingston, peering over the top of my cubicle wall.

“Yeah?”

“You got those end of quarter reports finished up?”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Yeah, I’ve just about got them wrapped up.”

He gives me a curt nod. “Good. The executive team needs them bright and early Monday morning, so make sure you send them before you leave today.”

Turning my eyes back to my screen, it takes a few more deep breaths for the numbers to settle themselves back into something resembling order.

It also takes every one of those breaths for me to get a damn handle on myself.

I shift a subtle hand down to my lap, praying Kingston doesn’t come back before I have the chance to tuck my aching, embarrassingly hard cock out of the way.

Gods, what am I, fifteen and sitting next to a pretty girl for the first time?

Because that’s sure as hell what it feels like. Given everything that happened in the last half-hour, I’d barely believe I’m the thirty-year-old, rational, mature, sensible being I like to think I am.

Nope, one hint that Susie Grove might be attracted to me and all that better sense goes right out the window.

But there’s nothing I can do about it right now.

At least, not unless I want to go find her at her desk and make things even more awkward than they were when she fled the meeting room like the building was on fire, so I turn my attention back to my computer. With the clock ticking down to five and the work day coming to a close, I scramble to finish the reports Kingston needs.

Cantankerous bosses and irrational office crushes aside, I love working at the Paranormal Citizens Relations Bureau.

After all the changes the Paranormal Acts made in the world, society has been shifting at its most fundamental level. Paranormal folk have had the freedom to step into the light and be who we are, and being here, helping those changes along, is soenergizing. It’s inspiring to be a part of the organization helping to create this new future we live in.

And it’s been even better since Susie started working here.

I’ve been so fucking gone for this girl from the first moment I saw her.

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