Page 44 of Executives' Omega
“Of course.”
He stood and headed back to the desk that used to be mine.
I watched, then looked around my new office, still getting used to it. One of the waiting areas had been walled in, creating it next to one of the conference rooms.
It was the first of several renovations, with more going on a floor below, where they were preparing to house the entire account management department so that the new training division could share a floor with research.
The strangest thing though, was Micah. I hadn’t noticed him at the time, but he’d previously worked as a receptionist at the magazine in Chicago and had sat in on the meeting with the editor as their witness.
He’d become disillusioned with the environment about the same time as our trip, and when he interviewed for the new position, he’d talked about how impressed he was with how Zane had defended the Techspeed employees, no matter how hard the editor tried to shift blame to us.
He said it was how Zane insisted that the editor not throw his own staff under the bus that had the greatest impact.
Micah didn’t talk about it much, but he said the culture under that editor was toxic, with everybody wondering who would ultimately take the blame when something went wrong—to the point where people in unrelated departments, and who’d never worked on a project would sometimes be disciplined.
When he’d spotted the ad for the new position here, he’d applied that same day.
Managing him was good for me, though I’d worried about it at first. I quickly learned that I had to project confidence as a supervisor, even when I didn’t always feel it.
However, it was the way he asked for assistance that gave me the biggest boost. He wanted my opinion as the person with more knowledge and experience, and I’d finally started to see that all those things I’d discounted about myself actually meant something.
I’d always be clumsy and insecure, I knew that. But facing the fact that my brain made things seem worse than they were was an important step in overcoming the worst of my feelings of inferiority.
Combined with regular visits to a therapist, I could see myself becoming the man my mates insisted I was.
∞∞∞
~November~
I grabbed my tablet and voice recorder, then made my way to Linden’s office.
I knocked, then entered.
He grinned. “Set the windows to privacy while you’re there?”
I blinked. “Sure.” I walked to the control panel for the glass and watched it turn opaque. “Worried about outside distractions during the phone call?” I teased as I headed toward his desk.
He smirked. “Not exactly.”
I tilted my head to one side, then groaned as I got close enough to see over it. His dick was out and at full attention.
“My cock’s so cold today, sweetheart,” he growled. “I was thinking you could keep it warm during the call.”
I shivered. “D-during…?”
He grinned. “You can handle that, right?”
I swallowed, my eyes locked on where he dragged his fingers up and down his shaft.
“Do this,” he started, voice heavy with promise, “and I’ll give you a nice hard knot as a reward.”
I moaned, ass clenching at the thought. My pregnancy had made me knot-crazy, and few things would make me turn one down.
“O-ok…” I whispered, rounding his desk.
His grin was brilliant as I set my things on the smooth surface.
I stopped in the V of his legs, unsure how he wanted to proceed.
