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Chapter 27

Alyssa

I know that not every job I do is going to be a learning experience, and I’m lucky if any part of my professional life inspires personal growth or actually brings happiness. That is a lot to ask for.

You know what I always thought would be plain impossible to ask for? To feel the tingling, the heat, the pure exhilaration I’m feeling walking toward my current place of work, that building that I dreaded going near not that long ago.

The place which I know can bring me fulfillment like nothing else. The tentative, uncertain me that I was when I first stepped into the lobby, dealt with the security guard, and saw the people here, especially the twelve gifts of perfection that have thrown me for the loop of a lifetime.

This time, I’m not worried about what anyone thinks, about how I’m going to do my job or what the future’s going to bring.

I’m just feeling the heat and the murmurings of ecstasy already forming all over my body. I didn’t think I could be naive anymore, that I had any more awakenings to work through, but thinking about that first day again, I’m not feeling anything different now. I’m just more aware of it.

I’m so aware of it, I want to show off how aware of it I am. No more hiding in shame; it’s past time for me to show off what I’ve got, to embrace it, and to do it up right this time.

Am I excited about advancing my career? Why, yes, I am in a very polite way.

Am I excited about putting on a proper show today? Hell fucking yes.

My heart’s pounding and my knees are going wobbly just thinking about even a few of the dozen miraculous specimens watching a full demonstration of my passion.

Who will it be there now? Ethan? Tate? Owen?

I can’t hope for all twelve, but there must be more than one of them. Every combination has floored me in ways I could never when I first ambled though that door with my stacks of papers.

They should all be there. That’s the hope that’ll keep me afloat while striding through the entrance.

If it doesn’t happen, that thought alone is enough to keep me going for now.

There has to be someone there, ready to take in the performance of a lifetime. It’s not like I’ve ever performed before, but I guess I’ve been bitten by the show biz bug.

Will it be Owen? Sean? All of the above?

The more of them there watching me, the better I'm bound to perform. Of course, if the whole group is actually there, available, ready and willing to watch me express what I feel coursing through me, more so now that I'm inside and taking in the corporate surroundings.

There's nothing intimidating about it. I'm here to intimidate, if anything. I'm here to show my power, and to confirm how fucking hot I am and how fucking hot I feel.

It's working already. The security guard, perched up so high that he's almost smooshed against the ceiling, is shaken out of his coolly superior vibe. All it takes is the vision of me strolling in like it's fucking nothing that I'm exuding pure hotness.

Hey, that's what I'm feeling as well. Even if none of them are fucking there to see me. I've got a show to do no matter what.

I know somebody will be there, though.

But who? Nico, with his way of being so gentle yet in control at the same time? Simon, with his unapologetic and thoroughly satisfying passion?

I've gotten to taste a few of these supreme seasonings together, and I probably want to try out a few different swirls of flavor before delving into the whole shebang again.

On the other hand, roaming through the corridors like I’m in charge of everything here and everyone, digging into the whole enchilada of a dozen Adonis executives, all with distinct heat on their own and together, it sounds really good right now. So good that the soft ripples of heat and tingling I was feeling outside have evolved into a deluge of arousal.

My mouth is dry with excitement, but the rest of me is getting flooded from that same feeling.

I swing my hips while I just own the fucking corridor. I can feel how sexy I am, like I’m setting the air on fire.

They better all be there, in the boardroom, ready to fucking see the fire I’m feeling. If any one of them is absent, they will cry themselves to sleep after hearing what they missed.

I’m exuding more confidence and more swagger than anyone in this entire building. Not that I’ve noticed anyone besides the security guard since I got here, but I know it to be true.

I’m carrying myself with purpose, feeling a conceited grin starting to form. Fuck, that feels good. I’m not used to that.

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