Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Connor
I ’m annoyed when I walk into work the next morning. If I didn’t have a million and one things to do today, I wouldn’t have come into work at all. After my disastrous night, I would have liked to stay home, wallowing in the knowledge that I’ll die alone.
My personal assistant tries to get my attention so he can give me my messages and go over my schedule, but I just step into my office and slam the door behind me, dropping into my chair in irritation. As the founder and CEO of my architecture firm in upstate New York, I don’t have to be here, but I like that sense of control in every aspect of my life. Unfortunately, I can’t get what I need in my personal life, and I’ve been compensating by working overtime at the office.
A knock at the door has me grumbling, but I shout for Shane, my assistant, to come in. He slowly makes his way to my desk, eyes down and feet shuffling. God, he would make the perfect boy. His delicate features, demure attitude, soft voice, his need to please… almost perfect. He would be more perfect if he wasn’t an employee.
When I started Greene Structures Inc., I told myself I will not shit where I eat. Never get involved with an employee, so they won’t try to blackmail me for the money I worked hard to make. Getting my dick wet isn’t worth it. Though… I don’t take Shane as the type to kiss and tell. Bending him over my desk to take his ass fast and rough has been a running fantasy since I hired him close to two years ago.
He’s a sweet omega, which makes me want to bruise and dirty him up, just so I can revel in knowing he’s marked up for me. Just thinking about seeing his clean-cut image—his blond hair, hazel eyes, puffy lips and round cheeks—destroyed with tears on his cheek from choking on my cock and his plump ass red and burning from a spanking has my dick growing in my slacks. The sweet scent of him clogs my nose, the jasmine and papaya lingering in my office even hours after he steps out. I discreetly adjust my dick in my pants, then meet his eyes, admiring the blush on his cheeks.
Clearing his throat, he says, “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Greene. I tried to get your attention before you stepped into the office.” He taps on his tablet a few times, and I get an alert on my own. “You have a meeting in ten minutes with the Samuels Company in conference room five.”
I groan and open my schedule, looking over at my notes. Looks like I told Shane to book this appointment this early on a Monday morning. “Right. Thanks, Shane. What else do we have for the day?”
He quickly runs through my schedule and my mind drifts over to work and designs, thank the Gods. Any more thought of my disastrous weekend – and my off-limits personal assistant – will have me sweeping the papers from my desk and breaking anything in sight.
Wrapping up my schedule, Shane flips the cover closed over the tablet and pulls it to his chest. “You have to be on site this week for the community center. The contractors said they have a few questions about materials and placement of beams. Also, the city officials would like to do a walkthrough on Wednesday for a progress report, and the mayor wants to have lunch to discuss renovations for City Hall.”
That may sound daunting to many people, but this is what I’ve worked so hard for. The recognition for my work and getting paid to do what I love is more than I could have asked for. My firm won the contract for the new community center ahead of three other more established and popular firms. When I got the call, I was filled with a sense of pride that my company is not only turning a profit, but my hard work is being recognized and appreciated.
Nodding, I stand and button my jacket, watching Shane’s eyes rake over me discreetly. Smiling at him, I ask, “How do I look?”
Returning my smile, he steps closer to me slowly and reaches up with shaky hands to fix my tie. “Very dashing, Mr. Greene.”
I know he’s not lying to me because I’m his boss. I always have my dark brown hair gelled back to stay out of my face and so I don’t get helmet head when I’m on site. I try to wear ties that bring out my green eyes. It’s vain, I know, but as the face of the company, as the face of the company, looking good brings more attention to the work we do. Since I’ve been able to afford it, I’ve worn fitted suits so I can look more professional. In short, I agree with Shane that I look dashing, and I appreciate the compliment he pays me, even though I still want to bring him over my knee.
Is Shane a boy? Would he take to the lifestyle if we were together? Would he allow me to spoil him and cherish him? Would he take his punishments if he earned them, or would he be a good boy for me who rarely needed to be punished?
A growl escapes my throat before I can stop it, and Shane’s eyes grow wide as he stares up at me. His scent blooms in the room, and I close my eyes, pulling the smell deep into my lungs. Fuck, he smells like fucking heaven. I wish I could drag his fitted slacks down his legs and bury my face in his ass, licking and sucking at his slick until I’ve had my fill.
Quickly stepping back, Shane runs the same trembling hand through his hair and glances up at me. “When you have some free time, sir, I have something I need to speak with you about?” He frames it as a question, so unsure of himself that I want to wrap him in my arms to comfort him from whatever he fears.
Peeking at my watch, I grab my jacket from my chair and rush past him. The meeting starts in three minutes, and it takes just as long to get to the conference room. “Add yourself to my schedule when you find an available opening so I can give you my undivided attention.”
“Thank you, sir,” he mumbles. What I wouldn’t give to have Shane call me Daddy. With the sweet lilt of his voice, that word alone would bring me to my knees. Whose stupid fucking idea was it for me not to date employees?
With one last lingering look at Shane and his beautiful blush, I leave my office before I embarrass myself.