Page 16 of Executives' Omega
“Yeah. It’s pretty neat. It means the full floor gets plenty of natural light.”
“Wow…”
She chuckled, then we paused outside the rear conference room so she could open the door.
“Morning,” Darlene sing-songed as she preceded me into the room.
I was once again hit with the scent of alpha filling the air, and, just as before, I had to will my cock to stay soft.
The men rose, and I knew I was doomed. Working with two incredibly handsome alphas was going to be hard enough, but as I got my first good look at the full team, I realized that all four of them were gorgeous.
Hot as hell was more like it. What were the odds that the entire executive team would be completely fuckable alphas?
“Nice to see you again, Mr. Lewis,” Mr. McKinney said. “Let me introduce you to those you didn’t meet during your interview.”
I nodded, and he turned to a tall blond man with piercing blue eyes.
“This is Brendan Wallace,” he stated. “CEO and the one who thought all this up.”
. Mr. Wallace reached across the table, and I shook his hand.
Mr. McKinney then motioned to the man at the far end of the executive team. “Down there is Alonzo C de Baca, chief financial officer.”
Mr. C de Baca smiled, his teeth brilliant white against his warm tan skin. His brown eyes were kind. “A pleasure,” he stated as he moved to shake my hand.
“Likewise,” I replied automatically.
We all sat, and I steeled myself. I was unqualified, and I’d need to keep my dick under control every time I saw one of my new bosses. But I wasn’t going to hold Darlene back. I just had to stick it out until they could find somebody better.
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“Hello?” I mumbled, not bothering to look at the caller ID.
“Hey Bug,” Owen said. “Are you ok? I expected you to be over here.”
“Sorry,” I slurred. “Just tired. I came home to nap.”
“That’s a good sign,” he said, a smile in his voice.
“Whaddayamean?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“You’re normally so anxious after your first day you spend hours pacing over here to get rid of your nervous energy. It must have gone well, for you to be tired instead.”
I let out a long breath as my brain finally caught onto the fact that I was awake. “I’m laughably unqualified. I can’t even imagine how bad the other candidates were.
“They wouldn’t have hired you if you were unqualified.”
“Their existing person was moving, they had to fill the spot.”
“You do know there are things called ‘temp agencies’, right? Administration work is common for temp jobs. Maybe they moved fast, but they had other options.”
I snorted. “I think I am the temp option.”
He sighed. “Ryan…”
I turned and got a whiff of my shirt, which still smelled like alpha after the meetings. My cock perked up and I groaned.
“Fine,” he huffed, thankfully misinterpreting the sound. “I’ll send over a pizza though, so you don’t have to cook, at least.”
