Page 2 of Bossed By the Orc

The female was the center of all of my attention as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. My eyes were glued to her luscious body through the one-way glass of my office walls and door. The uniform that the cleaning team wore wasn’t flattering. It was a plain gray cotton that washed well and was cheap to replace.

I’d seen it on dozens of bodies. Somehow on hers, it seemed different. Sexier. Tempting.

“Dris?” my brother’s voice came from the phone pressed to my ear. I’d forgotten all about it and him. We were in the middle of a conversation, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what the hell I was saying.

“Are you still there?”

I really should answer his question. I knew that I should. A response was going to come to me at any moment, I was sure. In the meanwhile, I ran my gaze from the top of the female’s head down to the sensible sneakers she wore. My entire body tightened with lust—a lust the likes of which I’d never known before.

“Dris, I can hear you breathing. Is this some kind of joke?” Rudgar asked. He released a scrapy laugh. “Then again, look who I’m talking to.”

I wanted to scowl, but I couldn’t argue with him. Between the two of us, I definitely wasn’t the jokester. Not that Rudgar was either, but I took serious to another level.

He’d be the same way if he’d had to scramble after our parents died. I’d had to keep us afloat—keep us together—and even as a teenager, I’d taken the responsibility seriously. I’d never faltered in my duties. Not once.

“Dris, what the fuck is happening? Do you need me?” The urgency in my little brother’s voice was what made me unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth—where it had been plastered since the gorgeous female had exited the elevator.

One that only granted access to a few people. They either needed the code or the keycard.

“Security breach, Rud. I’ll call you right back,” I said.

He started arguing—after all, he was the head of security here and owned his own company specializing in protection as well. I didn’t listen, tapping the button to end the call, and narrowed my gaze on the female.

Based on her uniform, I knew she would be with my cleaning crew, but I’d never seen her before. She rolled the cart forward, her hips sashaying as she walked.

I’ve definitely never seen this female before.

I could feel my frown deepening. This wasn’t my usual response to females. Especially humans. They were a bit taboo for most orc males.

Our history of kidnapping the fertile species and carting them off to our mountain hideaways for mating still held censure centuries later. Now, we might live in skyscrapers instead of caves, but humans gave us a leery distance.

I didn’t want any distance from this female though. I groaned when she bent over my assistant’s desk. Her ass was going to be the death of me, I was sure.

I unlocked my office and stepped outside to find out who she was and what she thought she was doing, walking around and looking like a felony waiting to happen. Her ass was perfectly aligned in front of me, bent over the edge of Fionel’s desk as if she was waiting for me to lift that skirt that was so close to her ass cheeks. A small tug would gift me the most wondrous sight, and I barely restrained myself from moving forward to do just that.

Her eyes were all over me. I could feel the burn of that gaze on every inch of my skin. I didn’t look away from that delectable ass, though. Her skin was a creamy brown with hues of red and gold, but I knew that it would redden sweetly under my hands. One spank would be all that it would take.

As my fingers flexed, my neatly filed claws curling just a little, I knew that she’d be able to handle me. She wasn’t like most of the fragile humans that ran amok on the streets of Grebath. She was taller than most of them for one, but it was her curves that called to me. They were made to cushion a male. All that softness would mean that my grip wouldn’t crush her. No, this female looked like she was made for my hands. My body.

Jarred by the thought, I uncrossed my arms and licked my lips.

“I don’t remember approving any staff to enter this floor,” I said to her.

She lifted herself from her position, turning to face me, and I almost groaned out loud.

Of course the front would be as phenomenal as the back.

The buttons between her breasts were straining—almost ready to pop and I sent a fervent prayer to the Gods that they would. The beauty sent a smile my way, her pouty lips curling sweetly and her ponytail of curls swinging with her as she gestured frantically at the desk and cart behind her.

Those chocolate eyes that I could get lost in were sending me a frantic message that my brain was having trouble computing. What would she look like in the morning? With fuck-knots in her hair and a well-pleasured drowsiness in her eyes? Drowning in my fantasies, I barely heard her response.

“I–I was told to clean this floor but not your office. I’m so sorry, sir,” she gasped.

It was the sir that did it. It snapped me back to reality. To the fact that I’d been daydreaming about an employee. Stiffening, I gave her a curt nod, looking at the top of her head and trying to control every thought that popped into my mind.

“I don’t like being disturbed. Keep it down next time,” I growled.

The frantic movement slowed and her eyes narrowed at me. “I didn’t make any noise. The cart barely rattles and I was just disinfecting the desk,” she snipped.

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