Page 11 of Risque
“Yes, of course but when I started this company, does anyone remember what I wanted to sell?”
There’s a lot of fumbling for answers before one of the new board members raises his hand. I nod toward him to speak. “You said you wanted to sell dreams.”
“That’s right! And Brett, you were on the call this morning. What did I tell you about the raspberry globe?”
Brett clears his throat and leans back in his seat. “You said that the bitter aftertaste ruined the dream experience it provided, cutting it off abruptly and dragging you back into the real world.”
I nod again, appreciative of Mila’s efforts. “This morning, I sat down with one of the employees from the café and he gave me an entirely different perspective. I realized how far we’ve strayed from the original mission. I’m going to spend the next few days taking all of your ideas and tweaking it just enough to put out something that goes back to those early days.”
There’s no groaning, no disgust in my declaration. In fact, I’m seeing that most of them are happy with this direction. I should have realized I started to lose my way after Selena passed but I just couldn’t see it.
Someone chuckles. “It’s about time. Welcome back boss. I’m guessing we’re going to be having a few late nights next week?”
“I apologize—”
Jasmine laughs from the other side of the room. “Jax, no one blames you for anything. We were here at the start and we’ll be here at the end, wherever that takes us. Now, no one bother our boss so he can give us the new layout for our project reveal in two weeks. Just a question, what flavor are you thinking?”
I mull over it and then shrug. I kind of want to ask Mila. “When I find out, I’ll let you know.”
I pat the table twice, letting them know the meeting is over before hastily walking back to my office and shutting the door. A frown takes over my face as I see the room absent of Mila but brush it off. I’ll see him this evening and I need to concentrate now that I’ve found my creative spirit again.
Rushing over to my desk, I slide into my seat and message one of the directors at the factory for a few samples as well as a time to meet tomorrow morning. Then I focus on the advertising department, tasking them with finding a few catchy slogans—fruity ones that will bring ineveryone, not just the elites and high class.
“Hey, yeah, Sammy? We’re going in a different direction.” I haven’t spoken with the design team in almost a month, afraid that I’d fuck everything up with my inability to taste and smell. I start rattling off what I’m thinking, somethingcustard, something soft, something…
A high-pitched whine floods the room, cutting off my words. Seconds later, I’m strangled by that citrus scent again, my cock pressing against my suit pants and my knot threatening to swell.
What the fuck?
I push my seat back a little and look under the desk to see Mila, flushed and needy, the Omega amidst several pillows and blankets. His lips are parted, white film dripping down his chin as he stares at my cock.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Jax? You still there?”
Fuck.
I reach my hand out to try and calm Mila beneath my desk as I continue speaking to Sammy but Mila isn’t content to stay put. I bite back a groan as his petite fingers fall to my thighs, his scent thickening further. And that’s when I feel his mouth on my cock through my pants.
Shit.
“Sammy, let me—fuck—call you back.”
“I’ve got meetings all day and tomorrow. How does Friday sound?”
“Perfect,” I growl out before hanging up and then bending over to try and drag Mila off of me. He’s completely gone, lost to whatever this haze is but it’s so much worse than before. He’s actuallywhining, disappointed that he can’t have my cock but I’m about to bust a nut in my pants if he continues. “Hey, sweetheart. Not here. Let’s get you home, okay?”
I reach toward him just as my office door opens, Jasmine storming in and planting herself in a chair across from my desk. Her nose wrinkles, her eyes darting around the room. “Where is Mr. Grey?”
“Mr. Grey? Oh, I sent him home because he wasn’t feeling too well. I couldn’t have him in the office smelling like this.”
Jasmine nods, folding one leg over the other. I grit my teeth, my jaw pulling tight as Mila’s hands slide up my legs and start undoing my belt. I reach for his hand but then feel teeth sink into my finger.Jesus Christ.
I shift forward a little, making it easier for Mila to reach as I scoot closer to my desk. “I wasn’t expecting you to come in here after you basically told everyone I’d be busy.” Mila’s greedy hands dip into my boxers once he undoes the first button, his soft hands around my length making me fight back the urge to buck forward.
Instead, I thread my fingers into his curls, guiding him forward. The moment he unearths my cock, I already feel like I’m going to blow my load but I hold back, waiting for his touch.
Jasmine chuckles. “I came to check in on you. You haven’t sent me one nasty call or text about the new assistant.”
