Page 4 of Alpha-hole Orc

His entrance is as sudden as it is captivating, and I can hardly tear my gaze away from him. His impressive frame fills the doorway, muscles rippling beneath his expensive suit as he moves with a predatory grace.

“Viktoor Blukan,” I whisper to myself, recognizing the CEO of our partner company, and notoriously ruthless businessman. But it’s not just his reputation that has me enthralled - it’s his appearance. I always found him hot on TV and in the paper, but seeing him in person? Dude is HAWT!

My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of him: his emerald skin gleams under the fluorescent lights, making him look like a gemstone come to life. His intense golden eyes dart around the room, capturing the attention of everyone present. And when they finally land on me, I swear my heart skips a beat.

He smirks arrogantly, the expression only serving to accentuate the sharp lines of his high cheekbones and chiseled, clefted chin. His mussed black hair is styled in artful disarray, with long, pointy ears that seem to be listening intently to every word spoken in the room.

“Mr. Blukan,” I manage to stammer, feeling my cheeks heat up under the sharpness of his gaze.

“Call me Viktoor,” he rumbles, his growly voice dripping with both authority and sensuality.

“Viktoor,” I repeat, my voice barely more than a whisper, acutely aware of the sudden weight of his name on my tongue.

He nods, his golden eyes never leaving mine.

As we delve into the specifics of my marketing strategy, I can’t help but be hyper-aware of Viktoor’s every move. His fingers drumming on the table, his deep voice commanding the room, and the way his lips curl around each word he speaks - it all feels like a symphony designed to seduce me, and I’m powerless to resist its allure.

“Focus,” I chastise myself internally, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of this magnetic attraction. “You’re here to work, not to fall for some alpha-hole CEO.”

But as the meeting continues, it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore the sizzling chemistry between us. Every heated glance draws me further into Viktoor’s web, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel the full force of his dominating presence outside the boardroom.

“Goddammit, Bria,” I warn myself, heart pounding in my chest. “This is dangerous territory.”

But even as I try to resist his pull, I can’t help but crave it even more. This game of cat and mouse, played out in hushed tones and stolen glances, feels both exhilarating and forbidden - and I’m not sure I want it to stop.

The moment Viktoor brushes past me to reach the empty seat at my side, a shiver runs down my spine as though a bolt of electricity has jolted through me. My nostrils flare, inhaling his intoxicating scent - a heady mix of earth, musk, and power. My heart races in my chest, and it’s all I can do to keep from being consumed by the magnetic force between us.

“Alright,” I say, forcing my voice to remain steady as I address the board members. “Let’s move on to the next slide.” I click the remote and try to focus on the numbers and graphs displayed before us.

“Interesting,” Viktoor drawls, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. “Do these projections take into account our collaboration?” His golden eyes lock onto mine, and I feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Of course,” I reply, swallowing hard. “I’ve incorporated all the data from the latest reports.”

“Good,” he drawls, his gaze lingering on me for just a moment too long before turning his attention back to the presentation. My body throbs with awareness, and I struggle to maintain control over my emotions.

As I continue with my presentation, I can’t shake the feeling that his eyes are undressing me, stripping away my professional facade and leaving me bare and vulnerable. The tension in the room is palpable, and sweat beads at my temples as I fight to concentrate on the task at hand.

“Excellent work, Ms. Jones,” Viktoor praises, his raspy voice resonating through me. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blukan,” I manage to utter, trying to sound confident despite my knees threatening to buckle. I can feel my resolve slipping, and it takes every ounce of strength not to give in to the temptation of his domineering energy.

“Keep it together, girl,” I remind myself, biting my lip as the meeting draws to a close. “You fucking need this job. Do not let lust cloud your judgment.”

But as Viktoor stands up, his broad shoulders and powerful frame dominating the room, I can’t help but wonder if this is a battle I’m willing - or even able - to win. With each second that passes, my desire for him only grows stronger, threatening to consume me in its fiery embrace.

I know there’s no turning back - I’ve been ensnared by the alpha-hole orc CEO, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

Four

Viktoor

As I enter the conference room, a potent scent hits me like a sledgehammer. It’s intoxicating. My golden eyes lock onto the woman standing at the front of the room, commanding everyone’s attention with her powerful presence. Her curvy body is wrapped in a form-fitting dress that accentuates her deep brown skin. My gaze lingers on her big brown eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes, and her full, luscious mouth.

I try to break my trance, but it’s too late. I’m already ensnared.

“Please, continue,” I say, taking a seat while attempting to regain a semblance of control.

Bria Jones, as the nameplate in front of her says, resumes her presentation, and my mind races. Every fiber of my being screams to claim her, to make her mine. But another part of me, the businessman, fights against those primal urges. Control, Viktoor. You need to maintain control.

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