Page 6 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

Chapter 4

Ryan

"So what are you wearing today?"

I rolled my eyes. Lance had been pestering me for two days about what I was going to wear tonight to the after work party the firm was having. Apparently we were taking over a nearby dance club for the night. I couldn't imagine what that must have cost the firm but I planned on enjoying myself anyway. Being that we were all coworkers, we'd be on our best behavior. I was looking forward to dancing without worrying about being groped by random drunk alphas who didn't understand the phrase "back off".

"I hadn't planned anything special to wear. Just my usual slacks and shirt but without the tie." I mean really, what it matter? I saw these people every day. We were just going out to have drinks and celebrate a high profile case win by one of the partners. It's not like it was a Christmas party.

"Oh God, Ryan, you're hopeless. Scoot over. I'm going to find something for you to wear."

I shook my head and went back to the bathroom. I had tried to style my hair like Mrs. Foreman did, but Lance took one look at it and sent me back in the bathroom to start over. So here I was leaning over into the shower re-washing my hair to get all of the product out of it.

I couldn't deny that this wasn't just an ordinary day for me. I'd get to see Marcus out of work and hopefully dancing -maybe even be a little tipsy. Maybe he'd even get a little handsy, and he'd grab my ass and grind with me on the dance floor. That was a nice fantasy. If only Marcus knew how often I thought of him and jacked off. I sighed because he probably would've fired me already if he knew.

I dried my hair and put it up in a towel. I walked back to my room to see slacks and a shirt laid out on my bed that I didn't recognize. "Where did you find those? Are those from your closet? They're not going to fit me-"

"No. Remember when I bought you those clothes about seven or eight months ago? The ones you never wore?"

Oh yeah. Lance had gone on a kick buying clothes he said would show off my body better than the "boring clothes" I wore to work. They were work appropriate but, they were quite a bit tighter than what I wore. They were especially tighter than what everyone on Mercado's team wore. However, since I wasn't on Mercado's team right now and we were going to a club after work, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Okay, I'll try them on. But if they're indecent I'm not wearing them."

"They're not fucking indecent. You're just too damn conservative. How the hell are you going to catch a hot guy if you can't show off your body? How are they going to even know what you've got under your clothes? Get those on in five minutes because I still need to do your hair ." Lance closed the door and I rolled my eyes. Again.

He did have a point, although I wasn't sure if I even wanted to attract any alphas anymore. The alphas I had dated were awful and I didn't think anyone existed like the man I wanted. Except for Marcus, that is. But he was out of my league and completely unattainable thanks to us working for the same company.

I put on the slacks which were fitted but not tight, and the white button-down shirt with French cuffs. It looked classy but exciting. I opened the door and walked out. "I've got the clothes on but I don't think I can wear a tie with this shirt."

Lance came out of the bathroom and whistled. "Hot damn. Didn't I tell you about clothes making the man? Come here and look at yourself in the mirror."

Whatever. Lance was always telling me that I was hot and that I needed to dress better. We had been friends since college so I'm sure he was just saying that.

I walked in the bathroom and stopped. Holy crap. I turned sideways and looked. Maybe there was something to dressing better after all.

"See? What did I tell you? Now sit down on the toilet over there so I can put the stuff in your hair."

Whoever said that when you dress good, you feel good certainly knew what they were talking about. Now that I knew what I looked like in these clothes I felt more self-confident and sexy. It didn't matter if Marcus snapped at Luke and I again today, it was going to be a great day.

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I didn'tnotice anything until I got off the subway and was walking above ground. People were giving me looks and winks. That had never happened before. It was nice to be appreciated. I was going to let myself be shallow today if I wanted to. I'd gone from having been ignored and invisible on Mercado's team to having alphas eyeing me and winking. I was going to enjoy every single fucking second of this day.

I went up to my floor and walked into my section. I got a few double takes. Hell, Eric even passed me and winked. I was flushed when I opened the doors to Marcus's section. If Eric was going to take an interest in me, I didn't know how Marcus would handle that with the way he had been snapping at Luke. He'd probably come unglued if Eric came over to talk to me, though I had to admit I was excited about getting attention from Eric.

I put my bag down and greeted Amy and Luke. Amy glanced up then snapped her head back up. "Wow! Damn boy. Do you clean up well or what?"

I flushed again and smiled. I turned around in a circle and struck a few poses. She whistled and clapped. "If I had any dollar bills I'd be shoving them in your -" She blanched and sat down.

Oh shit. I had a pretty good guess as to who was standing behind me.

I sat at my desk and turned my computer on without looking up. I did not, at all, want to see Marcus glaring at me. I would have liked to know what he thought of my new clothes though. I swore he had been looking at me with desire yesterday but that must have been a trick of the light. I didn't know when he finally walked away as I was studiously not looking anywhere but at my desk or computer. Thank God Luke hadn't been here. Marcus probably would've snapped at him again.

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Marcus

Holy shit. Mrs. Foreman's hair styling must have lit a fire under him. I threw my briefcase down on my desk and stood in front of the window pulling my hair. How in the fuck was I even going to get through the day with him looking like that?. I thought he was hot before, even when he had been hiding that body. Fuck. What the hell was I going to do? I already had a hard-on just from seeing his backside for a few seconds. Okay, so it was a lot more than a few seconds.

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