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That streak of Alpha he has in him is in control right now.

I listen to Enzo undoing his pants while I pour my coffee.

The sight of my mate being pleasured makes my pants crushingly tight when I turn around, ready to leave the room. Jack has his head up, his eyes closed, and his fingers curled into fists in Enzo’s thick, dark hair as he pumps his hips, fucking his Alpha’s face.

Enzo could have been a sword swallower in another life.

He takes that long shaft of Jack’s without flinching, moaning around it as he swallows every inch, taking it all the way down his damn throat.

Mio Dio. It’s so sexy to watch them together like this.

I remind myself I have another mate to look after right now.

It takes a lot of willpower to walk past them this time, but I manage.

I don’t want to keep Beth waiting.

Chapter Fifty-One

Beth

Gio comes back to the table with a mug of coffee. He looks as good as he did yesterday in another suit that’s probably designer like that one was. It’s not a waiter’s outfit like Jack’s.

He looks more like management, I guess because he is.

“I’m thinking I should give you the tour after this,” he tells me, as he sits back down.

“The tour?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He sips his coffee, and then nods.

“Show you around so you can see how we operate. Bring you to the back office so I can cut you a check. You’ll want to know how everything works so you can plan out what needs to be changed and how we should go about that.”

“Right,” I say. “About that, did Jack tell you guys I don’t actually have experience in this field? That I’m on a degree to become a librarian?”

He smiles, and I can tell he’s amused at the thought of me as a librarian.

Everyone always finds it funny. I guess I can’t blame them. It’s a little funny to me, too.

“Do you think I have experience?” he asks, before taking another sip of his coffee.

He looks like a professional, for sure, but considering he’s the one who made the mistakes with the window glass …

“No,” I answer. “I guess not.”

“This was Enzo’s dream. I wanted to help him achieve it, and I did everything I could. It’s not working. You seem to have an idea about what’s wrong, and how we can fix it, and honestly, you’re the first. None of us could work out where we went wrong. You could.”

“So, this is a right time, right place kind of a deal.”

“That makes it sound coincidental,” he muses.

“It wasn’t?” I ask, wondering what that could mean.

“It could be, but the way we met … Don’t you think fate might be more likely?”

It’s a valid question, I guess. It just makes me a little nervous.

I thought I believed in fate, until I realized I’d been lied to.

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