Page 56 of Waiting for Fate
Mesmerizing blue eyes fly to mine at the deep sound of my voice. The heat in her gaze ignites a fire in my body, hardening my cock to the point of pain. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt her skin pressed to mine.
“Hey, Orion! Are you looking for Brady? I believe he’s downstairs with-“
“You, actually,” I cut in. “I, uh, wanted to talk to you.”
A smile stretches across her face. So bright it pierces the dark pieces of my soul and dulls the sharpest edges of my pain. “Sure! What can I do for you?”
“It’s not a work conversation,” I hedge as I pull a chair to sit across from her.
Her chest rises and falls a little faster, her body too still. Like she is gearing up for my rejection. I’ve made a real mess of this entire situation. I should have come to her sooner and explained everything. Hopefully, it won’t be too late to fix the doubts I’ve caused her to have about me.
“The label offices aren’t the best place for this.”
She nods slowly.
“I was hoping you would join me for dinner. Tonight. I know this is last minute, and I apologize for the rush. I’ve been called back to the West Coast office for a few weeks to help a band I befriended while I lived there. But I’d like to talk about the connection between us before I leave.”
Taking shallow breaths filled with her tropical Piña Colada scent, I wait to see if she will agree. If she doesn’t, I’ll accept her decision. The fault will only lie with me. My actions have been the driving force behind the distance between us.
“I would love to have dinner with you, Orion.” Color floods her cheeks, painting them a soft golden pink. It’s beautiful, even more so when it covers her entire body as she lingers on the edge of an orgasm.
“Perfect.” My response comes out on a heavy puff, the words laced with the desire pulsing through my body. I really need to get out of here before I do something reckless, like crawl beneath her desk and bury my face between her thighs.
“Do you have your phone?”
My hands fumble as I dig the device from my pocket and slide it across the desk to her. Bea’s presence rocks me to my core, turning me into a bumbling, blushing teenager. I watch as she puts her number in and sends herself a text. Our fingers brush when she hands it back to me. The small touch sparks across my skin like arcs of electricity, making my pulse race.
“Text me the details, and I’ll send you my address. Unless you’d prefer me to meet you at the restaurant?”
“No!” I clear my throat, shaking myself free from the clutches of the consuming pull between us. “No. I will pick you up.”
“Okay.” She smiles again, and Fates do I want to kiss her. Later. Depending on how our dinner conversation goes. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Yeah, later.” I stand dumbly at her desk until Brady walks in. His presence breaks the moment between us, and I rush out of the office. Time to get everything sorted for my trip back to California.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MY SKIRT SWISHESaround me, tickling my legs as I walk out of my apartment. Orion texted me to let me know he was on his way ten minutes ago. Excitement bubbles in my stomach, matching the nerves that make my hands shake as I twist my keys in the lock.
A door closes, and I turn to see Orion headed up the path toward me. I nearly swallow my tongue when I see him. Sweet Fates, this man is a fucking vision in black. He’s wearing a black dress shirt that strains around his arms and shoulders. It is paired with an intricate corset in the same color.
I never thought seeing a man in a corset would make my knees weak, but here I am. Seconds from dragging this gorgeous alpha into my apartment and showing him exactly how much I appreciate the long curve of his waist.
“Good evening, Bea,” he greets, offering me a hand. I slip mine into his, and offer him a tentative smile. When he pulls my fingers to his lips and brushes a kiss against them, I swoon. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out. It feels like my brain is running on a loop between awestruck and horny. Which is pretty on par for an omega around her Fate matched alpha.
Holding the door open, Orion waits as I slip inside. He leans into my space, his ocean storm scent soaking into me as he carefully buckles my seat belt. My thighs are already soaked in slick, the smell of my arousal clear in the air between us. He smirks as he leans back, throwing me a wink before he closes my door and jogs around to climb into the driver’s seat.
“Do you get seasick?”
I blink several times at his sudden question. “No?”
He offers me a shy smile before focusing back on the road. “I booked a private dinner on a sailboat. If you’d prefer to go elsewhere…” He trails off, peeking at me when we stop at a red light.
“That sounds wonderful,” I admit. Butterflies whirl in my chest. Ridley and I had gone out on little adventures during our off days on the West Coast, but no one has ever taken me on a proper date before.
“Okay,” Orion blows out a breath, clearly as nervous about tonight as I am. “Good.”
