Page 80 of The Beta's Bargain

“From the camera, yes,” Falcon snarls and lets out a frustrated sound. “I know you’re working right now, but I need you for something else.”

“Of course, Alpha.”

He winces. “Don’t call me that.”

I duck my head at his growly tone. “Okay.”

He reaches out, barely touching my wrist, before he moves his hand. He chews on his words for a long moment and then sighs.

“Come with me.”

I follow obediently as he leads me to the lift. He doesn’t press the penthouse, but the button above it. I've often wondered what the button was for, but I don’t dare ask Falcon now. I’m not scared of him, per say, but I’m wary, I tell myself. To be honest, most of me wants to take him back to the penthouse, take off his shoes, put a hot mug of chocolate in his hands, and dim the lights. This sick urge to comfort the terrifying alpha is obviously some kind of infatuation that has taken over my normally logical mind.

It is not my place to offer him comfort.

The lift stops, and the doors slide open. My eyes widen as we step out into a glass house. I turn in awe, watching the crazy weather attack the sturdy building. It's a viewing deck.

Falcon walks to the bar and leans against it.

Inside the glass house is a bar with twelve chairs that go around three sides of the interior. A door at the opposite end opens onto the roof. And a table and chairs with a candle that’s got almost no wax left sits in the middle. I peer up, you’d be able to see the stars from here.

I walk to my boss’s side and stand beside him. He stays still and then relaxes bit by bit.

“How do you do that?”

I tilt my head to the side. “Do what?”

“Calm me.”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

He moves quickly, picking me up and putting me on the bar before stepping in-between my legs.

“How are you going with your end of the bargain?”

My throat gets thick. “Good. He’s happier, smiling, and he is more receptive to you.”

He leans closer and rests his forehead against my chest. I wonder if he can hear the way my heart is pounding.

I suddenly need to know what’s going to happen after? How will it happen? Where will I go? Have they decided where they’ll send me? Can I say goodbye to Silver?

I push all those questions aside and throw my arms around this alpha who has far too much responsibility on him. I stroke his back and hold him until my ass goes numb.

When he eventually stands up, he reaches for my chin and touches his lips to mine. “Thank you.”

“Uh, Falcon?”

He smiles slightly. “Yes, Onyx?”

“You won’t hurt him again, will you?”

His smile dims, but then it gets brighter. “No, I’d rather hurt myself.”

I nod and wiggle towards the edge, but he grips my waist and lifts me off the bar. I follow him back to the lift and down to the penthouse. He leaves me in the lounge room and disappears back into his office. There’s something so heavy about the set of his shoulders. It breaks my heart.

I purse my lips and then decide to do it, anyway. Opening cabinets and searching drawers, I hunt around in their kitchen and then start cooking. It takes an hour, but I finally bring a steaming hot brownie and a cup of chocolate into his office.

He looks up and frowns, but when the smell hits him, his lips part, and his eyes widen slightly.

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