Page 7 of Risque
I run into his back the moment we’re inside his office, clutching the food to my chest. He swivels around, those green eyes nearly black with lust. At least he’s feeling this too. I’d be more embarrassed if he weren’t.
“Mila, I think we need to talk.”
My heart drops into my stomach as I wait for the moment he fires me for being inappropriate.
“What are you doing?”
I blink several times and look around the room, realizing that I had scrunched down and closed my eyes. Mr. Holt is staring from a few feet away, his ass perched on the edge of his desk, his arms folded across his chest. He’s not as fit as some of the other Alphas, his belly filling his button-down but I think I like that more.
He’s not all hard ridges and muscles. He’d be nice to lay on. To curl up in my nest around.
He grunts and I shake myself out of my stupor. “I… uh, nothing? You’re going to fire me, right?”
“No, I was going to talk to you because obviously something is happening that neither of us are prepared for.”
I nod, stepping a little closer, my body reacting to the Alpha immediately. That’s when I feel slick gathering around my hole, the sudden need to be fucked growing. I’m too close to my heat to be around this man, not to mention that I haven’t had a good hard fuck in weeks. Nolan and I hadn’t really been physical in that way for a while.
He gestures to the seat I had been in before and I scramble toward it, folding my legs beneath me. From this angle, I can see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and the way he turns those eyes on me that seem to look right through me.
“You weren’t hired for nearly anything that’s happened today and for that I apologize.” Some part of me wants to cringe at the way Mr. Holt has offered that. Does he regret it? Does he think I’m too overeager? Will he tell Jasmine? The Alpha sighs, his shoulders falling. “I don’t regret it but it’s not really… work appropriate. I also think you might be in heat? I don’t know a lot about Omegas but I do know that we’re attracted to each other.”
That all makes sense, a little tendril of excitement pattering around in my chest.He liked it.“Right, um, do you even like men?”
Shit.
I shouldn’t have asked that. I should have just let him say his piece and then we go back to where I shove food in front of him and remind him of his appointments.
“No, I don’t.”
I bite back a distressed whine, about to look anywhere other than Mr. Holt when he lightly grips my chin and lifts it back up so that our eyes meet.
“However, it’s different with you. You’re also young enough to be myson.”
I suck in my bottom lip, wondering if this is the moment that I reveal I dated Nolan or keep that locked down tight until it’s too late. My heart will break either way. I pull back a little, Mr. Holt releasing me with a confused look. “I… um… Nolan?Yes.”
That wasverydescriptive, Mila. Great job. Really.
Mr. Holt stays silent for several seconds, even moving to the window to stare down at the parking lot. “What color is your car?”
“My ca-ar? Um, beige. Well tan? I don’t know. Does it matter?”
He hums, a sound that I can’t tell whether it’s a good or bad thing. It puts me in a mood, a need to fix this as I place the food on the desk and scramble toward the window beside him, ready to explain that I didn’t do this on purpose. However, I barely get a word out, fumbling over myself, Mr. Holt’s hands falling to my shoulders.
“Breathe, Mila. Jasmine mentioned that you had dated someone at the company but this makes things far more complicated. Are you dating my son?”
“Not anymore.” My head hangs, a heavy sigh falling from me. “He cheated on me among a few other things so I left early this morning. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t doing this on purpose. I…”
“Shush, Mila. Sweetheart, take a deep breath.” I do as he says, Mr. Holt guiding me back to my chair. Once I’m in it, he crouches down in front of me, his hands on the armrests. “I’m not going to say that this doesn’t come with its share of… issues but seeing as we’re in this moment right now, let’s be honest with each other, okay?”
I nod, preparing myself for the explanation I’ll have to give. I’m so caught up in my own head that I barely register he was talking about himself.
He sits in his chair and leans back, the distance between us uncomfortable. However, it’s needed if I’m going to think clearly. “Mila, you weren’t just hired to babysit me. I know how Jasmine makes it sound but truthfully, it’s because I can’t taste or smell since Selena died.” My nose scrunches up as I process what he’s saying. “The joy that came with creating waned soon after and then they sent you in.”
“But I’m just… me.” I tilt my head to the side, trying to understand the look on his face.
“You’re more than that. The way you described each of those desserts… it made me remember who I used to be when I startedthis company, how I used to feel when it came to taste. I’ve lost that touch. But it was the conference room… I could taste that sandwich, Mila.”
I still don’t understand. “Okay?”
