Page 6 of Risque
I find myself watching the Omega nibble on a sandwich, those wide eyes walking over every structure in the conference room. He sat down at first but now he’s fumbling through, running his fingers along the mahogany wood outfitted by my grandmother. Jasmine told me his name is Mila Grey, an Omega that was working at the café downstairs.
I’m not sure why they thought this Omega would be the trick but I know for sure Jasmine doesn’t believe he’ll be a distraction.
Except that I can’t stop imagining a very different scene.
My nostrils flare as I catch the faintest whiff of his scent, my instincts dragging me across the hall to reprimand him for not returning to the office. Except, the first step inside and he shrinks backward, both hands guarding his sandwich from me.
I frown and then watch as his face turns beet red, his scent thickening until I have to bite back a possessive groan.Mila isn’t mine; I remind myself but even running his name over my tongue silently has me wanting to do things I shouldn’t.
“Mila, what are you doing in here?”
His eyes widen as he scurries forward to where the rest of his food is. “I… you said not to make any sound so I didn’t want to go back in. Are you done? I have a sandwich for you. Addy made it. I mean, my boss.” I hear the little ‘fuck’ fall from his lips as he unearths one of our sandwiches that I created nearly five years ago. Itlooksdelicious but I can’t smell it. Which means I can’t taste it.
I have no desire to eat that.
Except when Mila looks up at me, hopeful, patting the wax paper covering it. He plops into his chair, carefully watching as I slide into one beside him. “Mila…”
His entire body shudders when I say his name, Mila taking a hasty bite to cover what sounds like the start of a moan. He gestures to my sandwich and I debate on whether or not to tell him about my ‘condition’. After all, we already have to talk about earlier and it makes sense that he would wait in here rather than at my side.
Sagging back in my chair, I start unwrapping the sandwich, the Omega’s excitement growing. I know how they explained it to him—that he needs to make me eat, sleep, and get to meetings. But my last assistants have always been Alphasand Betas. They thought those tasks were beneath them and honestly, they are.
However, neglecting myself is my specialty these days. I just hadn’t imagined a babysitter younger than my son.
Or an Omega.
What the fuck do I do with an Omega?
I really should call Jasmine.
“Sir?”
Those big brown eyes meet mine and my cock swells between my thighs, the fantasy of my knot stuffing his sweet little hole filling my head.What. The. Fuck.I continue to unwrap the sandwich, my fingers gliding over perfectly crusted sesame bread. Bacon grease oozes down the side, mixing with the mustard spread I created two years ago. But I can’t smell it. My jaw clicks at the thought that I’ve lost my ability to enjoy my own creations as if it’s karma for ruining the best thing that ever happened to me.
I’m not even sure if the Omega knows what he’s doing, his brown eyes glazed over as he reaches to take a small corner of my sandwich and lift it to my lips. Any one of the executives could see us, could start a rumor but I’m more intrigued by this Omega offering me a bite of food. Slowly, I open my mouth, intrigued if he’s actually going to feed me.
He places a hand on the table to steady himself and reaches further, pressing the small bite between my lips, absolute glee spreading across his face. Mila sits back in his chair, his hands clasped together as his eyes search my face.
I feel like I’d be disrespecting him by spitting it out so I chew, my entire body alive with the delicate flavors of avocado and cream cheese contrasted by the hard edges of mustard and bacon. I tense, confused as the flavors melt on my tongue, my nostrils flaring as the scent of one of my creations reaches my nose.
There’s no fucking way.
My brows furrow as I rip off another piece and stuff it in my mouth, furious that it just feels like cardboard on my tongue. Mila cocks his head to the side before taking a piece for himself and offering it to me again. I drag him closer, needing to feel his body against mine. I’ll settle for the way his knees hit mine and the way he leans forward to feed me.
A second time, the flavors explode in my mouth, the realization that this Omega has brought something back after so many years settling in my head.
“Is it good?” Mila asks, his soft voice wrapping around me like a blanket. “These are Addie’s best.”
“It’s delicious. Let’s go to my office.”
He hesitates and then nods, quickly packing up both sandwiches and following me across the hall. I can’t have an Omega feeding me in public like this but fuck, if I get to taste again? I’m about to break every goddamn rule in the book.
Mila
This is the second time fingers have been in someone’s mouth and I wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole. However, even as I lost myself to my Omega, Mr. Holt didn’t seem to mind my actions. In fact, he asked me to do it again.
For some reason, my Omega needs to please this Alpha. Correction, I know what the reason is but I can’t very well datemy ex’s dad or the owner of our company. He’s twenty years older than me! And does he even like men?
None of those hangups are making it easier, though. In fact, every time he smiles down at me, I just want to crawl a little bit closer and do something else to get another smile, another bit of praise.
