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“When you put it like that…”
“Could you get him on the phone for me?”
“I mean, maybe? But he’s on tour in Europe now. Somewhere in Germany or Switzerland.”
I did some quick math in my head. “Damn. It’s like the middle of the night there.”
“I’ll message him, and I’ll try to explain the situation to him. Maybe you could, like, book a phone meeting or something.”
“That would be amazing. Thank you.”
“Just, please, don’t tell anyone yet.”
I blew out a breath. “I need to tell Frey, Cal.”
“Can you wait? I shouldn’t have said anything, but you were so upset, and… Ugh. Please, just wait. I’ll get Laurel to book a meeting with you, I promise.”
What would be the smartest thing to do? But if Frey were involved, he might go in with all that alpha energy, and we would alienate Mr. Riley from the start.
“I should tell Frey. But I guess I can wait for a day or two?”
“I’ll message Laurel right away. His schedule is crazy when he’s on tour, but hopefully, he can find fifteen minutes. I’ll explain to him it’s urgent.”
“Thanks.”
Calvin typed on his phone, then put it away.
“And what about Frey… you know, on a more personal level.”
I sighed. “I’m mad at him right now, which helps. Because otherwise, I want to climb him like a tree.”
7
FREY
Lying in my bed, I thought of Oliver scolding me at the office earlier today. I’d been so… And he… Ugh!
Never had anything excited me more than Oliver, the tiny, pretty omega boy fresh out of college, telling me off like I deserved. It didn’t take me long to realize he had a point or two. And heaven help me, he was glorious.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because having Oliver yell at me was about the most arousing thing that had ever happened to me. It made me so hard.
I wanted to bend him over my desk and spank him.
Then fall to my knees and kiss and lick that ass adorned with my handprints.
Then make him come on my tongue in his hole and spank him some more, before I fucked him so deep I put a cub in his belly, heat or no heat.
Was he scared? But that blush. Those lips… They looked like they were begging for a rough, biting kiss.
He’d pressed his hand against my chest, right over my heart, and I felt the touch in my bones.
And then Chickie walked in. Oliver’s father and my closest friend.
Fuck.
Oliver was going to ruin me. He already had.
His upturned face, with his lips parted and cheeks flushed, was all I could see. The spot in the middle of my chest burned as if he’d branded me there just with the soft press of his palm.
