Page 4 of Risque
And here I am, sitting in front of four of them.
“Your job is to try these and write down exactly what they taste like, how they made you feel, and why.”
I frown, confused. There’s no way they hired a nobody for taste testing but when I look up at Mr. Holt to protest, he just glares at me.
My cock thickens against the seam of my pants and I shift closer to the desk to hide my interest. “Yes sir.” He rumbles his appreciation before sliding me a pad of paper and a pen.
“Sit, don’t make any noise. Write each description on a new sheet and when you’re done, slide it to me.”
I don’t understand this task. At all.
But I’m not going to pass up a chance at these delicacies.
Jaxon
He’s a fucking distraction.
I have no idea what Jasmine was thinking when she shoved this doe-eyed Omega into my office. He smells like a fucking garden of citrus and it’s doing all sorts of weird things to me. I’m hard and trying really hard not to terrify the man by growling at him every time he shifts away from me.
The worst part is that I’ve never been attracted to a guy, aside from the fact that he has to be younger than Nolan. And when he called me Sir…
“Sir? I finished one.”
I grunt at the way his fingers tremble when he slides one of the papers across the desk to me. His elegant handwriting belies his shy demeanor, the bright smile on his face something I’ve missed in this office. Selena used to smile like that, lighting up a room with that powerful laugh of hers. It was hard not to be happy when she was around.
I stare down at the description on the paper, frowning at the vivid word choices the Omega chose. It’s a perfect experience of what I’ve felt over the years with my creations, a feeling I crave to have again. He grins up at me, a slather of icing on his lower lip.
“I know you said not to talk but it was really good. The raspberries and honey mixed together is delicious. It felt like summer and warmth. That’s what you wanted, right? Is it really okay that I’m eating this?” His big brown eyes widen impossibly further, his nostrils flaring as they take in my scent. We’re both reacting to each other.
This is dangerous as fuck.
“Yes, that’s good. Work on the next one.” I immediately reach for the phone and dial the lab downstairs. They’ve been waiting for my review of the newest line of delectables but I haven’t had the time. Truthfully, I can’t taste shit and no one outside of Jasmine and the last few assistants have been able to tell. Without my sense of smell or taste, I can’t even review my own goddamn product.
The Beta on the other side of the phone drops into his spiel about each product but I’m only half listening, eyeing the Omega beside me who is way too excited chomping away at the sweets. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so happy to eatanything fromEpicurea.The way his eyes light up and the way he wiggles in his seat has me reaching down to adjust myself.
His scent sweetens further, although he doesn’t seem to notice, the Omega gleefully scratching down his experience on paper.
He’s adorable.
That’s the word I was looking for. Those black curls bouncing on his head as he takes another little nibble, savoring every bite.
“Mr. Holt?”
“Right, yes. I apologize. I’ve tasted what you’ve brought me. I’ve got some notes jotted down that should help with the marketing. You’ll need to pass this along to Schumer in advertising.”
“Of course, sir.”
I read off the Omega’s notes, not leaving anything out. He writes a better summary than half my staff, describing the entire experience as if the delicacy transported him to a beach. He even added something he didn’t like—that the bitter taste at the end ruined the entire fantasy. I read that part out aloud as well, confused.
Many of the executives praised our products for that bitter aspect but the Omega beside me despised it.
We were sellingdessertsbut to him we were sellingfantasies.
It was something I had said nearly fifteen years ago when starting this company. I wanted to sell dreams through soft sugars and healthy drinks.
I read off the next few papers the Omega slides to me, his scent so sickeningly sweet that I nearly excuse myself from his side. However, I can’t imagine being anywhere other than right here and the thought of anyoneelsebeing at this Omega’s side makes me furious.
With each paper, there’s an experience and then something the Omega doesn’t like. It’s infuriating that I have disappointedthis Omega and even more infuriating that I’m mad about it. What does he know aboutEpicureaand its mission?
