Page 35 of Bidding on Her Orc Boss

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I mutter, trying to focus on the numbers being tossed around. But honestly, all I can think about is how easily I could slip away from this meeting, head downstairs, and?—

“Employee of the Month has some perks, doesn’t he?” Zana’s message pops up in the chat, cheeky and tantalizing.

“Are we talking about the same Employee of the Month who still has ten minutes left in the call?” I reply, smirking despite myself.

“Just making sure you don’t forget your responsibilities upstairs.” A playful jab, but the heat behind her words makes my skin prickle. Each time she types, I feel a delicious thrill rush through me, our mating cuffs humming softly against my wrist. It’s like she knows exactly what buttons to push—her snark laced with an undercurrent of something much more primal.

“Responsibility? Is that what we’re calling it now?” I type back, pretending to sound serious, but my pulse quickens. It’s hard to keep my mind on business when I can practically hear her soft breaths echoing in the air between us.

“Well,” she replies, “someone has to keep the boss on his toes.”

“Only if you promise to behave.” I let the challenge hang there, knowing full well that Zana’s idea of behaving might warp the very definition.

“Behave? Is that what you think I do best?” Her response comes so quickly I can almost see her wicked grin.

“At work?” I shoot back, unable to suppress a smile. “You’re a perfect little data scientist—always crunching numbers and avoiding social interaction.”

“Save it for the board meeting. I’ve got my own… metrics to measure.” The double entendre hangs thick in the air, and I nearly choke on my coffee.

“Metrics, huh? Should I be worried?” I glance at the screen, feigning interest in the discussion about sales projections while my thoughts spiral into fantasies about what goes on in her suite.

“Only if you want a performance review later,” she teases, her words igniting a fire deep within me.

“Noted. But I’d rather conduct that review face-to-face.” I set my jaw, desperately trying to mask the way my body responds to her playful banter. It’s maddening, all this tension simmering beneath the surface.

“Just wait until this call wraps up,” she shoots back, and I can almost hear the smirk in her voice.

The call drones on, a symphony of corporate jargon that barely penetrates my brain. I’m trying to focus on the quarterly figures—“higher earnings” and “employee bonuses”—but all I can think about is Zana. The way she smirks at me from her suite, lounging in something far too comfortable, likely with that mischievous glint in her eye.

Suddenly, a message pops up from her in our private chat: *”Guess what I just did?”*

My heart races. “What?” I type back, only half-expecting an answer.

“Let’s just say I’m... multitasking,” she replies, followed by a cheeky winky face. My eyebrows shoot up as I try to maintain my composure during the meeting. But there’s a slight tremor in my fingers as I feel her pleasure pulse through our joint mating cuffs. It’s like a ripple in the fabric of reality, and I know exactly what she’s doing.

“That’s not how the Employee of the Month behaves,” I shoot back, my lips twitching upward despite my best efforts.

“Will this go into a performance improvement plan?” she fires off, and I can practically hear her laughter bubbling beneath her words. She knows exactly how to push my buttons, and I’m here for it.

I can’t help but grin at her audacity. But instead of replying, I swipe my ring, adjusting the setting to its lowest level. The control sends a tiny jolt through her, a teasing whisper of pleasure that feels like a vice grip around my cock. I almost moan out loud; the sensation mingles with the droning voices of my colleagues discussing profitability margins.

“X, you there? You seem… distracted,” one of them says, dragging me back from the edge of blissful distraction. I cough, clearing my throat.

“Just contemplating... market trends,” I manage, my voice coming out gruffer than intended.

“Right. Market trends.” I can sense their skepticism but don’t care. All my attention is now focused on Zana, who’s definitely enjoying herself over there.

“Are you torturing me?” I type, hoping to keep this light.

“Only if you like it,” she replies, the words dripping with sweet seduction. I can imagine her biting her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You’re going to make me blow this whole call, aren’t you?” I reply, my pulse quickening.

“Maybe that’s the plan…”

I shift in my seat, acutely aware of the heat pooling between my legs. I shouldn’t be this affected while on a video call, but damn if Zana doesn’t have a talent for getting under my skin—in the best possible way.

“Okay, okay. Just wait until we’re off this call,” I promise, my resolve wavering. But the truth? I’m already imagining how quickly I’ll get to her once the meeting wraps.

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