Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Connor
W hen I stroll in the next morning, I see Shane at his desk with an older omega woman sitting across from him. Huh, must be his mother. That’s sweet he’d want to bring her in to see where he works.
It’s a good thing she’s here. If he were at his desk alone, I would embarrass myself and ask Shane if he wanted to have dinner or something
After I cleaned myself up last night, I laid in bed for hours, trying to rationalize why dating Shane was a bad idea. It’s not like his job would be in jeopardy if he didn’t want to. And I wouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable if he wasn’t interested. But on the off chance that he was interested, why not go for it? Yeah, it’s not the smartest thing to get involved with my assistant, but would it be the worst thing? Shane is fucking perfect. It would be worth it to see if he wants the same thing I do, or if he wants to at least try.
But he wasn’t alone and when I saw someone at his desk, I lost my nerve, convincing myself that this policy for myself was in place for a reason. I nod a good morning to both of them and breeze inside my office, hoping for a light day.
Opening my tablet, I scroll to my schedule and see I have three meetings this morning, and I have to be on site for the rest of the day with the contractors and city officials again. Fuck, I really thought it was enough that I was there last Monday and Tuesday. But I refuse to complain. This contract is already doing wonders for my business, and I won’t do anything to fuck that up.
Scrolling to the bottom of my schedule, I see a meeting with Shane at five for whatever he wanted to talk to me about earlier in the week, but it’ll have to wait. Knowing the officials that will be touring the site, I’ll be stuck there answering questions until late in the evening. I don’t want him to wait here for Gods knows how long.
Reaching to the phone on my desk, I buzz for him and ask him to come see me. Less than five seconds later, he’s knocking at my door and poking his head in. “Yes, sir?” He has a soft but tentative smile on his face and I smile back to put him at ease.
“Hey, your meeting this evening. I need you to reschedule it for next week.” His smile drops, and he opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “I know you said you wanted to talk and we will, but if I’m at the site this afternoon, I won’t be done until late in the evening. I don’t want you to have to wait for me.” Even though he looks sad, he nods and starts to leave. “Hey,” I call to him, and Shane turns around, a gleam in his eyes. “Can you bring me a cup of coffee, please? I forgot to grab some on the way in.”
Again, his face drops, but he nods and he hustles out of my office. Sitting back in my chair, I try to figure out what that look meant. Did he want me to take the meeting with him now? I look down at my watch. No time. I have a meeting in the next ten minutes, and I’m already unprepared.
I chuckle to myself when I look at the corner of my desk. With Shane around, I’ll never be unprepared. Sitting there is a red folder with “Samuels Company” tacked on the cover with a post it. Shane always has what I need when I don’t even know I need it. I definitely can’t ask him out and risk losing him as an assistant. I’ll just have to make sure I don’t go rogue and ask him out anyway. I will keep my impure thoughts to myself.
And my thoughts about Shane are very impure, judging from how hard I came last night. I’d like to see that gleam in his eyes while my dick is between his lips, stretched around my shaft while he throats my cock. I’d like to see my come dripping from his chin while he uses his fingers to slide it into his mouth so he doesn’t miss a drop. I’d like to see him bent over my desk, body flushed red while I tongue the slick from his hole. All those things I want and can’t have because Shane works for me.
Angry that I can’t get what I want, I storm out of my office, the file under my arm and nod to the omega woman sitting behind the desk, who is typing away at the keyboard. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her she can’t use Shane’s workspace for personal matters, but I like Shane, so his mother can use the computer if she’d like.
I catch Shane coming back from the break room, one of my travel mugs in his hand. He gives me a sad smile and hands it to me. “I’m glad you got the file. I forgot to tell you I printed everything out instead of uploading it to your tablet. I know how you like to use paper most of the time.” He says all of that on one breath, and I smile appreciatively at him.
While I love technology, it’s easier for me to flip through contracts if the paper is in my hands, rather than swiping on my tablet. “Thanks, Shane. You’re the best.” His eyes flare at the praise, and he gives me an even bigger smile. I walk around him then turn to say, “Shane, I don’t mind your mom using the computer but let her know we have Wi-Fi if she wants to bring her laptop while she visits.” His face is the picture of confusion, but I don’t have time to ask about it as I hurry to my meeting.