Page 6 of Take Me (Alphas Forever 1)

Once I recover, I let my hands drift down to the rock-hard bulge in his pants. I want to return the favor, even if I’m not very confident about my abilities. But Shane moves my hand away.

“You don’t need to do that,” he says. “Right now, it’s all about you.”

I study his face. “Are you sure?”

He nods. He grabs my panties and skirt from the floor and help me put them back on.

“It’s late. I’ll drive you home.”

“I can take the bus,” I say. “Besides, don’t we need to clean up the shop?”

“I don’t want you riding the bus this late,” says Shane, and his tone of voice tells me that it’s not up for debate. “I’ll come back and clean up afterward.”

He lifts me up off the counter and sets me back on my two feet. It’s not like he needed to, but I have to admit it—I like it. It makes me feel protected. It makes me feel taken care of.

Talk about a memorable first day of work.

* * *

The next fewweeks are a blur. Slowly, day by day, I get better at my job. Shane was right—often, getting good at something just takes practice. One day, when I’m scooping ice cream, it suddenly dawns on me that I finally have the hand motion down. And when I see a couple girls take photos of the ice cream I just served them, I feel an unexpected surge of pride.

I know, that’s pretty dumb, right? But it’s not about the ice cream. It’s about the fact that I stuck with something difficult instead of giving up.

I’m relieved, too, that when my brother texts me to ask how the job’s going, I can honestly tell him that it’s going great. There’s just one thing I feel bad about, though: not telling him about Shane.

I feel especially guilty when my brother texts me this: Shane’s treating you ok, right? Little does Jake know, Shane is treating me like a queen. Every evening, after the last customer leaves, Shane shuts off the lights and pleasures me until I can’t see straight. I keep telling him that he doesn’t have to do it every night, but there’s no talking him out of it.

There’s just one thing that’s driving me crazy. He still refuses to let me pleasure him.

I’ve decided that I’ve had enough, though. Tonight, it’s all going to change. Tonight, I’m going to tell him that he’s not allowed to pleasure me any more until he lets me return the favor.

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