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Which is why I’m sitting here in my office at 7am on a Goddamn Monday morning waiting for her to arrive.
The minutes crawl by, mocking me with how long each click of the hand takes.
I run through what I’m going to say to her in my head for the one millionth time. She wasn’t happy with me when she left on Friday and that has sat unhappily in my stomach for the last two days. I don’t want her unhappy. I want her coming on the end of my tongue over and over again. I want to make her so freaking happy she never wants to leave this office.
I call home just for the distraction.
Then I wait. My palms damp with anticipation. The report I’m meant to be working on untouched.
At 7.55am I hear the whirl of the elevator. I inhale and huff out the air through my nostrils.
I swear I can already smell her scent, winding its way through the building towards me.
It takes every bit of my self control to stay in my seat and not rush towards those elevator doors, ready to pounce on her, pin her to the wall and devour every part of her.
Goddamn it.
The elevator doors groan open and two pairs of footsteps walk down the hallway and across the office floor, one light, one heavy. Her scent intensifies, and I suck it in, obsessive that I am, feeling every part of my body tingle in response.
So good. So Goddamn good.
I raise my hands to my keyboard, resting them there, pretending I’m working and not waiting like a fool for her to arrive.
Her knuckles knock against the door.
“Are you ready for me, Colt?”
Am I ready for her?! Fuck. I’m more than ready for her.
“Ahhh, Molly, come in.”
I swing my gaze from the computer screen towards her and the breath hitches in my throat, my heart spasming.
She looks fantastic. More than fantastic. Exquisite. She looks better than I’ve been imagining all week. The bandage is gone from her arm and she’s dressed in a tight pencil skirt – one with a slit up the back – and a silky white blouse, translucent enough to give me a glimpse of the lacy bra she’s wearing beneath.
She looks like every CEO’s nightmare. Tantalizing. Tempting. There was never a chance I wouldn’t fall for this omega, even if she hadn’t already captured my attention.
“Good weekend?” I ask, watching the way her hips sway as she strolls across to my desk.
Of course, I already know about the date. River couldn’t help but call me yesterday and divulge all he’d learned from the omega. I don’t know if he did it to rub in the fact she’d called him, or because he knew I’d be relieved.
She frowns. “I can’t find myself a cat. I spent the entire weekend looking for one.”
“A cat?” I say. I don’t think the omega needs a cat. I think she needs me. Back between her soft thighs.
“Yes, a cat.” She lowers herself onto the chair on the other side of my desk and crosses her legs in a way I’m beginning to find irresistible. I want those legs wrapped around my waist, hooked over my shoulders, pinned open. “I had no idea finding a cat would be so difficult.”
“I have a cat,” I say, casually spinning my pen in my fingers.
“Is that who you didn’t want me to meet on Friday evening?” she asks with a scowl.
So that hasn’t been forgotten.
“No,” I say.
She reaches down to fish her notepad from her bag, giving me a flash of her cleavage. The air conditioning is on and yet I can see a fine sheen of moisture across her collar bone, one I want to lick with my tongue, and her scent, her scent is so … so …
A switch flicks in my hindbrain. Click.
