Chapter 4 Quickies
Quickies
Ernest
I was into natural blonds, the paler, the better.
I liked the fragile, translucent look, timid smiles, innocent eyes blinking up at me, and dainty hands clinging to my arm.
I liked it when an omega seemed so delicate I had to be extra careful when I fucked him so I wouldn’t break him.
Was I compensating for something? Definitely.
But I wouldn’t invest hundreds of hours into counseling because of something I didn’t consider a problem.
Besides, even if I found a therapist, he’d need extensive therapy himself to get over the shock once he found out what I was.
The young man standing in front of me was nothing like my usual type.
Even so, my skin felt tighter on my body, my muscles warmer, butterflies swarmed in my belly, and my dick perked up.
It was Lawrence, Davidson’s personal assistant who’d witnessed my struggle with the hostile revolving door.
The forceful attraction I’d felt that day had surprised me, but now I was better prepared.
His pupils widened when he took me in, and I felt a quiver of excitement in my spine as if I was about to fly. Yes, I was thrilled to see this particular omega again. In fact, I’d come here tonight hoping to meet him.
“Good evening, Lawrence.”
“It’s nice to meet you under more pleasant circumstances, sir.” Sweet, melodic voice, a subtle, come-get-me twinkle in his eyes… Would Sullivan be bothered if I flirted with his assistant? Judging by how little he cared about his employees, probably not.
I shook the young man’s hand, my palm tingling.
Lawrence’s grip was firm, nothing delicate about it, and his small, tight body radiated energy.
He had glowing, tanned skin and playful brown eyes, mobile eyebrows, and black eyelashes that were so long and soft they reminded me of peacock feathers.
A thick, stylish mop of dark waves fell over his forehead when he bent his head in a polite nod.
He smiled at me, sensual lips stretching beautifully, the curve just a little uneven to bring a hint of mischief, and all the horned, winged demons in hell cackled with glee.
“You wouldn’t happen to know the fastest way to a decent glass of wine at this place?” I asked, glancing around perfunctorily.
Davidson let out a quiet scoff. “Show our guest around, Lawrence.” Seemingly aware of my motivations, he played into my hand, but I didn’t like the condescension in his voice.
The flash of annoyance in Lawrence’s features lasted only a split second, then he beamed. “This way, sir.”
I followed his sleek body through the crowd, my eyes on his little round ass—perfect handfuls outlined in his tight beige slacks. He paused by the bar and waved at the bald bartender.
“And what are you having, Lawrence?”
He blinked up at me, confused.
“I’m asking you to have a drink with me,” I clarified.
“I’d love to, but I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I’m officially at work until ten.”
I glanced at the clock above the bar. “That’s in fifteen minutes. We can walk for a bit, pretend you’re showing me around, and then come back here at ten. Or we can skip the show and have drinks now.”
His eyebrows seemed to dance as he squinted, frowned, and finally settled on a pleasant smile. “Gin and tonic, please.”
The crowd pushed us close together, which I didn’t mind one bit.
I took in the scent coming from his bouncy waves, and oh…
My eyes closed for a moment. Damn! Was there a dark closet somewhere so I could lick him all over?
I needed to get him alone to enjoy the fragrance untainted by so many other scents in the room.
“Your drinks, gentlemen.” The bartender’s voice brought me back to the present.
“Thank you.”
I handed Lawrence his glass and took my pinot.
He was looking up at me with definite interest, his pulse just a little faster, his eyes glassier, and his skin letting out all the right pheromones.
He swallowed nervously even as he kept smiling, and his gaze flashed to my groin before he caught himself.
Sometimes I felt bad about my heightened senses—they made finding a hookup almost too easy.
In any case, I’d make sure Lawrence would enjoy himself tonight.
Several times, preferably. He flushed a deeper shade of pink, his body heating up.
The loud music was convenient since I had an excuse to lean in and talk right into his ear.
“Do you have someone else expecting your company tonight?” Let’s get that out of the way before I grow even more excited.
He jolted with surprise when my breath brushed his cheek.
“No, sir.”
He must smell me too, and judging by the shudder that went through him, he liked my scent. Most human omegas did.
Our closeness made our size difference more noticeable.
You’d need three Lawrence Winchesters to fill my suit jacket.
He was short and lean, a pocket-sized bundle of beauty, and hell, if it didn’t make me want to spend the night trying to see how much of my cock he could take into his tight, little body.
“Then you’ll stay with me for a while longer?” My lips touched his ear, but he didn’t flinch away. A more potent whiff of his pheromone-saturated sweat came from the crook of his neck.
Glancing up at me from underneath his eyelashes, he gave me a nervous half-smile. “I can.”
“Excellent. Are you having a good night?”
He let out a brief laugh that turned into an almost scoff, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
Did I detect a hint of sarcasm? “Half of the people in this room can sink my career in two seconds, and there’s an open bar, so…
” He lifted his hands in the air in a theatrical shrug, and I found myself grinning wide at his cheeky humor.
“Living on the edge, huh?”
Lawrence gave his glass a melancholy look. “This is my first and last drink for the night.”
“Sullivan and Burnes isn’t a place where you can let go and party hard. I get it.”
“To be fair, nobody has come here to relax. Everybody wants something.” His words held a bitter, regretful tone.
Davidson Sullivan’s annual New Year’s Eve gala was indeed considered a grand networking opportunity as well as a generous fundraiser, but for a boy like him, it could mean only work and more work.
“I, for one, intend to take it easy and enjoy the company.” I winked.
“And since your boss assigned you to me, maybe you can relax with me?”
He quirked an eyebrow. Lawrence wasn’t the epitome of omega beauty, his features just a tad irregular for that, but his lively facial expressions made me stare at him like he was the most enthralling work of art ever created.
Right now, he was looking at me with polite interest, but a subtle hint of satire lurked around his eyes.
“Don’t you have deals to close and new contacts to attract? ”
“I’m an engineer, not a businessman.”
“Then you are one of the rare men in this crowd who actually has a real job. Congratulations.”
“Your job isn’t real?”
Lawrence took a good gulp of his drink, and his upper lip stretched and plumped up again. A peek of a tongue. Argh! Could I kiss him right here? “Not even a little. I only work with fairies and goblins, casting spells on their imaginary troubles.”
“That sounds fascinating.”
“It isn’t. I get paid in pixie dust.” He eyed his glass. “And free booze on rare occasions.”
I laughed. Lawrence not only looked lovely and smelled delectable, but he was also bright and funny.
“The revolving door on the ground floor is functional again.” I tilted my chin in the direction of the elevators. “I came in without trouble.”
“Um. They had to replace the engine.” Lawrence’s low, conspiratorial tone had me smiling.
“Why?”
“Some unknown force broke the mechanism, basically pulverizing the steel gearwheels. It’s a mystery.” He studied me with his clever eyes, and I gulped. Busted.
“Strange,” I said, nodding thoughtfully, and Lawrence squinted at me, still smiling.
“What do you do in your free time?” he asked. “Push trucks around and bend iron pipes?”
I shrugged, deciding to play along. “Whatever helps me unwind.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Sometimes crushing rocks, sometimes baking cookies. Where do you let go and relax?”
“In my living room, gaming with my roommate, reading, and anywhere where the ratio of trees to people is around ten thousand to one.”
“I can easily identify with that.” I felt the most freedom where no people ever managed to go. The most remote cliffs, steepest mountains, the heart of the desert, or the deepest forests. I experienced the uninhibited, simple joy of being alive in those places. “So, you like, say, hiking?”
“When I can get out of the city, which is not very often, I love it. And you?”
“I love to travel. Anywhere and everywhere.”
“How many countries have you visited?”
“I don’t keep count.”
“Continents?”
“All of them.”
He frowned. “Really? Even Antarctica?”
Oops. I might have walked into a trap I set myself. “Yes.”
“But how?”
Just then, somebody bumped into my back and muttered an apology. Lawrence reached out with his hand as if to steady me and froze when he brushed my chest. His warm brown eyes met mine, and I could swear the air crackled between us.
“Can we go somewhere quieter?” I asked.
“Quiet is not to be had tonight, but the lounge might be less crowded.”
“Lead the way.”
I would pretend I’d forgotten about his earlier question.
I should have a story ready if he asked again, though.
Could I have gone to Antarctica as a tourist with some expedition?
Do people do that? I couldn’t exactly tell him I just popped over there for fun when I was flying around above the Patagonian mountains.