Page 18 of Risque
I snort as I sit up a little, watching the absolute glee on this Alpha’s face as he continues to sip the coffee. “I got a regular pistachio latte if you want.”
“Nope. I’m good with this. You just sit right there while I fix up some things and then we’ll go.” He reaches over to drag the other coffee closer, his attention falling to the computer. I clutch the latte to my chest, trying not to squeal.
I have a boyfriend.
Jaxon
The next two days pass with ease, watching Mila light up at every new creation, the Omega offering his two cents in ways that I hadn’t thought of before. Everything I had been building over the last few years took the joy out of eating and was replaced by the luxury, by the need to impress the executives, the elites, and everyonebutthe people I originally made my foods for.
And in between tastings, I had Mila curled up in my lap, usually sleeping. Holding someone against me again was heaven. Selena never really enjoyed it and I didn’t make her but having an Omega is an entirely different experience. He’s needy in all the right ways, that adorable pout on his lips when he thinks he’s fucked up drawing me to kiss him and to make it better.
Nights are spent alone, only because I’m not sure I could control myself, my Alpha itching to claim the Omega as my own. We still haven’t spoken about thematespart of this new relationship and I don’t want to ruin something so new. Still, it’s a question burning at the edge of my mind and if I don’t do something today, I might end up blurting it out during dinner.
I didn’t think it was possible to love two people. Selena had all of my heart. But somehow, Mila is slowly crawling into it, carving a little place out for himself.
A heavy sigh falls from my lips as I look around, trying to understand what’s got Mila tied up. He was here this morning, curled up on the lounge as he read something about nutrition. But after my meeting, he all but disappeared and he’s not answering his phone. I head to my desk and look under there, a few pillows and blankets heavily coated in his scent but no Mila.
“Missing something?”
I shoot back up and growl at Jasmine’s entrance, the woman swaying her hips rather excessively before plopping her ass onto the edge of my desk. In any other circumstance, I would have enjoyed her company but I’ve been avoiding her ever since that rather… odd confession.
“Would you happen to know where Mila is?”
“You meanMr. Grey?Actually, I do. He’s doing a few tasks for the other executives. Copying papers, stocking supplies. You know, the stuffnormalassistants do.”
I frown. He’s my assistant and having him work with anyone other than me… just feels wrong. “Why would you allow that? They have their own assistants.”
“He was more than happy to oblige when I said you asked for the tasks to be completed. They should take at least until after lunch. It should finally give me a chance to sit down and speak with you.”
She waves at the open door, my nostrils flaring at the scent of my son entering my office. I had wondered why it was so quiet, how our last two days were so peaceful andeasy.It seems that my most trusted person and my son have been conspiring together for some reason.
I just need to know why.
Nolan’s carrying a small tray from one of the Italian eateries we used to visit when Selena was alive. I was never a fan of their pasta but I went for her and her son. Seeing it here now feels like a slap in the face.
He sets the tray down and starts doling out portions, Jasmine going to my fridge and producing some of the juices that were dropped off this morning. I say nothing as they spread out the feast, waiting until they’re seated on the other side of my desk.
“You both decided to have this lunch meeting, so talk.” I’m rather pissed, more so because I ordered Nolan never to be on company property. Seeing Jasmine bring him in under my nose and without my permission… it hurts.
Nolan grabs one of the rolls and takes a healthy chunk of it. “I thought it was odd when you stopped picking up my calls and Mila stopped talking to me at the same time. I came here to ask you about it yesterday and found him all cuddled up against you where you thought no one could see.”
Of course, he couldn’t just leave well enough alone. But there’s no crime in employees dating, as risqué as this relationship is.
Jasmine grins as she takes a sip of juice. “And so, your lovely son brought that concern to me. I was unaware that you were even dating but the extreme happiness you started exhibiting ever sinceMr. Greycame into your office was suspicious. Jax, no matter how many showers you take, you still smell like citrus. I wanted to believe it was a new body wash but it smells like the little Omega who’s taken over your office. By the way, that’s the most pitiful nest I’ve ever seen.”
I swallow, running through everything I could say to these two and deciding I don’t want to fight. There’s no reason to lie but I also don’t want to thrust Mila out into the limelight. However, calling his nest pitiful? That’s just wrong.
“Jasmine, I understand your sentiments when it comes to Omegas.”
“And I thought weagreedon them.”
I snort, shaking my head as I lean back in my chair. “Jasmine, we’ve had all of two conversations since college about Omegas and our feelings about them. Where you continued to hold that viewpoint, I don’t hate them or find them weak. I just didn’t know anything about them. Then Selena came along and I didn’t need to know anything about Omegas. Alphas were the only thing I knew and it was fine.” My attention dips down to the food and as hungry as I am, I won’t be able to taste it. We’ve been tracking how far Mila can be from me before I lose my sense of taste again and if he’s not in contact with me, it’s still ash.
I still can’t smell anything but I’m not worried about that. And if it means I have to hold Mila during every meal, I amnotcomplaining.
Nolan cuts in. “I just don’t understand why you felt the need to steal my boyfriend. Well,fiancé.It’s fucking weird.”
Thisagain.I drag a hand through my hair, pulling it from the manicured bun I put together every morning. I really don’t like getting ambushed like this. “If you both felt an intervention wasneeded, there are much better ways than providing lunch when both of you know that my sense of taste and smell have eluded me since Selena passed away. That being said, I did not steal anyone. I am not a homewrecker. I am doing nothing wrong. Is he several years younger than me? Yes. But am I coercing him into something? No. Do you know the only reason I haven’t claimed him? Becausehe’snot ready. The only reason the world doesn’t know about my mate? Becauseheasked me not to say anything.”
