Page 15 of Heat & Deceit
“You wanted to see me?” She looks over my left shoulder.
“Please, sit.”
Her features glitch with annoyance for a millisecond before she nods and slides into the seat Tabitha vacated. Carmine’s scent is...noticeably absent. Not that I should be smelling my employees, but Tabitha’s was a little rancid, and I’m desperate for something sweeter.
“Hi,” I say, taking her in. Soft brown hair, full lips. The apron stretches across her full tits—no. Don’t think about her tits, Javi. She’s your fucking employee.
An undeniably delectable employee. Her thighs would feel wonderful wrapped around my head while I sink my tongue inside of her.
My teeth ache a little, wanting nothing more than to bite that full ass. Hardening in my pants, my cock begs me to find a way to bury it deep inside her cunt. Jesus. This is not how this morning was supposed to go.
I came here to fire Tabitha, not fantasize about Carmine.
I can only blame myself. I was the one who decided to grab her and pull her back against my body to keep her from getting run over, and now I can’t forget how good it felt to hold her. With a shake of my head, I clear my throat, thankful for the table covering my lap. I don’t know why the hell I’m suddenly hard at the sight of this woman. She’s hot as hell, there’s no doubt about that, but I don’t know anything about her.
She could like cats, for all I know.
“Am I in trouble?” Her eyes don’t move from above my shoulder.
“Why would you be in trouble?”
Her nose scrunches at my answering her question with a question, but instead of commenting on it, she sighs. “You know what happened earlier with that guy—”
“You mean, when I saved your life?”
She squints and meets my gaze dead on, and my cock gets a little harder. “Yes,” she says slowly, like I’m an idiot.
I bite my cheek to keep from grinning. Being a wealthy alpha from a prominent royal bloodline means people go out of their way to flatter me. Carmine appears to have no idea who I am. That might be to my advantage.
“I was late.” She shrugs. “Tabitha gave me a verbal warning on the phone earlier. I didn’t make it by the time she specified and...I’m fired,” she surmises.
“You’re not fired,” I say firmly, letting her know right away that’s nothing to be worried about.
“Okay.” Her eyes search mine. “Why am I here, then?”
“Maybe I wanted the pleasure of your company.”
She scowls, and her attention moves back to my left shoulder. “So, that’s what this is? The boss comes into town and hits on the new girl?”
“No, that’s not what this is.”
Thatispretty much what this is right now, but I’m not sure how to stop myself from flirting with her.
“Then what is it?” she asks, bringing her gaze back to mine. Something dark flashes across her face. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
That’s unfortunate.
Maybe my comment about enjoying the pleasure of her company struck a chord. It was stupid, but I’m dying to know what made her so distracted she almost died. And yeah, there is the desire to have her stripped bare and spread out before me on the table, so I can make a feast of her, because those thighs are what dreams are made of.
Carmine isn’t an omega, though, and that, more than finding out that Tabitha has been stealing, is the biggest disappointment of my week.
My pack has been searching for an omega. That missing piece that’ll make us feel complete. It’s been years since we started looking, and we haven’t been able to find that perfect fit.
I set my cup aside and get back to business, shoving whatever strange interest I have deep into the back of my mind. “Tabitha has informed me that you’ve been stealing.”
“What?” she asks, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “I haven’t been stealing.”
Truth.
