Page 7 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

I shook my head and walked back to my desk. I hadn't gotten that hard that fast just from a glance at someone since puberty. Shit. I was screwed. Tonight the firm was having a party at a dance club and, sonofabitch, this was not going to not end well. I'd just have to show up for an hour and then leave. I'd keep tight control of myself and stay far away from Ryan.

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"Glad you could make it!"I turned to look over my shoulder at Eric. Why did he look so smug?

"What are you looking so smug about?"

Eric's smile grew even wider.

"Oh, I just happened to see a certain omega that works for the firm. My, hasn't he changed his appearance?"

Sonofabitch. I regretted ever telling Eric about my crush on Ryan. He would tease me every once in a while about it but now that Ryan looked like a hot slice,I was probably never going to hear the end of it.

"Aren't you going to party with your paralegals? You know it's always good for a boss to let their-"

"Just shut it."

Eric threw his head back and laughed. He was such a jerk. He couldn't believe that I had a crush on an employee for three years and hadn't done a damn thing about it. The firm's rule hadn't ever stopped him before.

"Come on, Marcus. You've got to get on the dance floor. Even Mercado's out there." There was no fucking-- oh my God. Mercado was indeed out on the dance floor doing a bastardization of a chicken dance, some sort of Latin dance and disco moves.

"How much has he had to drink?" Eric shook his head.

"I have no fucking idea. But I want to know how much it takes because I need to make him do that again. I don't know whether he actually thinks he's dancing or if he's doing it on purpose as a joke." We both stood there staring at Mercado. I couldn't stand the guy. I didn't think he treated his paralegals well. From what my paralegals discussed, he hadn't treated Ryan very well at all.

"Come on, down a shot and get out on the dance floor. I'm not going to be out there by myself surrounded by the paralegals. You know Meredith would be on me in a heartbeat."

I smirked. She watched Eric like a hawk at off-site events like these. Eric was too smart to hit on paralegals or other attorneys here. Meredith was going to have to get sneakier if she was going to catch Eric at his game.

I grabbed a shot and slammed it down. I took off my suit jacket and tie, then rolled up my sleeves. "You know, I think you're right. This is going to be nice to dance without a big crowd or omegas trying to hang onto me." Eric smacked me on the shoulder.

"I knew you'd come around. Do another shot and let's get out. I asked the DJ to play Black Skinhead by Kanye West. You know how I love that song."

If Eric was requesting that song, it was going to get crazy. It could only mean he was hell bent on partying hard tonight. I couldn't remember the last time we had had fun dancing without a care. Damn, it was a long time ago. Probably one of those last nights at law school. We woke up on someone's lawn in Canada. I smacked Eric on the back.

"All right let's do it." Never let it be said that any other law firm could out party ours. Eric and I could be devil twins when we wanted to be. We had some damn good times in college, and it always started on the dance floor.

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