Page 10 of Omega's Midlife Love
Chapter 5 - David
Islid into the driver’s seat and shuddered.
I hadn’t expected Mr. Beischel to be so handsome, and maybe it had just been too long since I’d been with a man, but as soon as I got a good look at him my body had threatened to slick up like I was a teen going into his first heat.
I was glad that I had some measure of self-control, because that would have been an embarrassing interview otherwise. What potential employer wants to know that the applicant is attracted to the boss?
Still, it had been hard to focus when all I wanted was to run my fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, and feel his lips against mine. I felt like I could stare into his soulful brown eyes for hours.
Down boy, I ordered my cock, which was starting to perk up just at the thought of the alpha.
As much as I wanted the job, part of me wondered if it might not be better if it was offered to somebody else. It would be far too tempting to let my fantasies get away with me if I was around Mr. Beischel very often.
Then again, how much would I really see him? A couple times a day at most? Just because I was new to private cooking, didn’t mean that I didn’t understand the household hierarchy. I would mostly deal with Victor, or Mr. Beischel’s assistant. He was a busy man and wouldn’t be popping in to look over my shoulder every few minutes. Men like him hired people like me so that they could do other things and have basic needs professionally handled.
I blew out a long breath and eased my car into the street. I really didn’t need to worry. I could handle myself long enough to discuss menus for dinner parties, or to deliver his meals. It wasn’t as if he was going to start working out of the kitchen.
I nodded to myself as I headed back to my apartment. I would take the job if offered. It was a good opportunity that I couldn’t afford to pass up, and if my attraction to him did become an issue, then I’d face it at that point.
I went over my schedule for the weekend as I drove. I had the next two days off, all the vacationing families already having their chef needs met. Which gave me the opportunity to visit the local farmers’ market and after that decide which of the fish markets was my favorite.
One of the best things I could do, regardless of where I worked, was to have a good rapport with the vendors where I shopped.
I pulled into the apartment’s parking lot, deciding that since I had the rest of the afternoon I should spend the time unpacking. I’d been too busy to pull out more than the essentials, and I was tired of looking at a sea of brown boxes.
I let myself into my apartment, still not used to the silence, and looked around the living room. I let out a long breath, deciding to unpack my extensive book collection and fill the built-in bookshelves.
I’d just finished the crime novel box, and was about to move onto the true-life crime books, when my cell rang.
I snagged it off the coffee table. “This is David.”
“Hello Mr. West. This is Victor.”
My stomach tied itself in a knot. Did they need more information? Mr. Beischel had seemed on the verge of asking more questions.
“Yes, how can I help you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light. “Do I need to plan for another interview?”
He chuckled. “Actually, we’d like to know when you’re available to start. Mr. Beishchel has decided to offer you the position.”
I collapsed onto the couch, not quite positive that I’d heard correctly. “You want to know when I can start?”
“That’s correct.”
“I’ll have to double-check with the agency,” I replied. “But unless they’ve scheduled me and not informed me yet, probably late next week.”
“If you could find out and let me know as soon as possible, I would appreciate it.”
“I’ll call them right now and find out.”
“You still have my number?”
“Yes.”
“I shall anticipate your call then.”
“Ok.”
He hung up, and I leaned my head back against the couch cushions.
