Page 6 of Knot My Secret Santa

I wasn’t anything to Avery other than her boss. If she wanted to move on to one of the bigger firms after her internship, I couldn’t stop her. I could try to coax her to stay with promises of more sustainable projects, but Donner Designs wasn’t as big as those other firms. Yet if Avery did take a job elsewhere, I wouldn’t be her boss anymore. I could….

What? Wine and dine her, and then fuck her silly? I didn’t want to wait that long.

But I couldn’t do anything as long as she worked for me. Except be her Secret Santa. And that wasn’t going to be enough. Not by a long shot.

CHAPTER FIVE – Avery

I barely made it through the rest of the afternoon. Even though I tried to focus on the final details of my project to present Wednesday, all I kept thinking about was Nathaniel’s steely gaze. He’d pinned me to my chair with his eyes, and lust flared hot between my legs. I needed him to pin me against the wall and fuck me.

It was just one touch, one small and accidental grazing of his fingers. This could not be the start of my heat. He was my boss!

Pulling into my parents’ drive, I took the small road that led about a hundred feet to the right to where my tiny house was nestled in the woods. I was lucky they had the land I could build on to save me money, and truly, I liked living near my family. I might one day have to move away for work, but for the next few years of my internship, it made me happy to be here.

But right now, I needed a cold shower.

I parked and ran into my house, throwing my messenger bag and coat onto the kitchen bench. I kicked off my boots and started to shed my clothes as I made myself to the rear where my bathroom was located. One thing I didn’t skimp on for space in my build was the bathroom. I loved my big shower with river rocks from the nearby Skykomish River, heated floor, and plenty of storage.

Slick had soaked my panties, and I tossed them directly into my washer before I hurried to turn on the shower. Cold all the way.

I squealed as I stepped in and it hit my legs, but I forced myself under the chilly spray. How could this be happening? Surely it took more than just a brushing touch to trigger an Omega’s heat. I shrieked again as I turned around under the water and hugged myself.

Think pure thoughts. Think Christmas. The lights, the music, the food, the love and laughter… Nathaniel wearing only a Santa hat. Oh fuck, that was hot.

A gush of slick made me shudder. I put my entire body under the spray and let out another squeak. My teeth chattered, but it did nothing to chase away the burning ache within me.

Dammit! I cranked the hot water up and slid a hand between my legs.

Hard gray eyes, a demanding mouth, and wide shoulders to rest my legs on. Nathaniel in his fine tailored suits. His handsome face flushed as he thrusts into me, fully taking charge and commanding me to come. I would do whatever he wanted. Spread my legs, suck his big cock, and bend over so he could ram into me from behind.

My choked cry filled the bathroom as I climaxed. The water washed away my slick and the powerful need eased. Exhaling with my relief, I used my lavender body wash and rinsed everything away.

When I was finally dry and wrapped in my fluffy robe, I’d convinced myself that I wasn’t in heat. I just really needed some romantic affection. I’d dated a few Betas in university, but I never fully connected with them. With me being the only Omega in my family, I never had the pressure to find an Alpha and settle down. My parents were incredible in that they helped make my dreams to become an architect come true without any fuss over me being an Omega.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, there was a knock at my front door. I waved at my mom as I hurried to open it for her.

“Hi sweetheart.” My mom smiled and held up a plate with a cloth over it. “We had lasagna tonight. Thought I’d bring you some along with your father’s famous garlic bread.”

“You’re the best!” I took the plate from her and set it on my small kitchen table. There was only room for one right now with my potted Christmas tree taking up the majority of the space. I removed the cloth and breathed in deeply. “Oh yeah, perfect. I’m starving.” I motioned to the kettle. “Do you want me to make tea? Maybe a hot chocolate?”

“Oh no, I’m good. You eat.” She sat on my couch and raised her brows at me. “So how was work today?”

I glanced at her as I nabbed a fork from the utensil drawer. “Has Aunt Noelle been talking to you already? It’s barely after six.”

“She may have texted me a couple of times. Maybe a dozen.” My mom smirked, looking very much like her sister. They two of them were born only eighteen months apart, with my mother being the older one, and sometimes people thought they were twins. “You gave the boss a good talking to, hmm?”

I groaned and sat down. “He was being hard on Jess, and I thought it necessary to point out a few facts about the project we were given. I was professional and polite.”

“Of course you were.” She gave a little snort as if it could be any different. “Noelle told me everyone is very impressed with you. The fact that Nathaniel didn’t snap at you says he was too. He usually doesn’t tolerate backtalk, like any mule-headed Alpha.”

Taking a big bite of lasagna, I melted along with the delicious pasta and cheese. “So good.” I swallowed before I said, “It wasn’t backtalk. I was making a point. He assumed that all Omegas are going to nest. Which isn’t true. He didn’t even take into account the fact that when an Omega does go into heat and starts nesting, it usually isn’t in her own room.”

“Excellent point.” My mom nodded as I made a big crunching noise biting into the garlic bread. “I still can’t believe he gave you and Jess the assignment because you’re Omegas. Your talent does not rely on the fact you were born an Omega. You’re so much more than that.”

That’s why I loved my folks so much. Still chewing, I went over and gave her a hug. “Thank you. Did Aunt Noelle tell you what my Secret Santa gave me today?”

“Books?” Her forehead crinkled with the question.

I wiped my hands on my robe and plucked the Mazria books out of my bag. “Not just any books. They are signed to me from Edward Mazria.To me!I was so surprised.” I handed the books to her before going back to my dinner. “Whoever is my Secret Santa had to plan this way in advance. It’s not Aunt Noelle, is it? You’d tell me, right?”

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