Chapter 7
Seven
FRANCINE
The leather seat feels cold as I slide into the limo, keeping as much distance between myself and Drake as the confined space allows.
I sit across from him as the driver closes the door behind us.
His scent of warm cinnamon fills the enclosed space immediately, making my heart race and my pussy throb. I stare at him hard, hoping my glare conveys exactly how unhappy I am about this arrangement.
Drake sits across from me, his long legs stretched out comfortably like he owns the world. The soft interior lighting casts shadows that accentuate his jawline.
He meets my glare and has the audacity to grin.
“Something on your mind, Francine?” he asks, his voice low and smooth.
My nails dig into my palms as I try to maintain composure.
“Pretending not to know me is smooth,” I whisper harshly. “Did you think I forgot about you breaking into my apartment and sleeping in my bed?”
“I wasn’t pretending anything,” he says, his grin widening. “I was being professional. Should I have announced to my entire family that we spent a night together? I didn’t think you’d want that.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “I had no idea you lived here. I wouldn’t have come if I’d known.”
“Come on now,” he says, leaning forward. The movement sends another wave of his scent crashing over me. “Don’t be like that. This is a great opportunity for you. The pay is excellent, and Nora already likes you.”
“What am I supposed to do? Work for your family after what you did? What if you creep into my bed again?!”
“I promise you, Francine, I will never enter your bed without your explicit permission.”
The way he says ‘your bed’ makes my belly clench and slick drip even more at the intimacy of his words. It’s like he’s leaving the door open for a possibility that shouldn’t exist.
“Besides,” he continues, “my brothers would kill me if they knew what I did. It was... impulsive. I’ve never done anything like that before. Kieran would never have hired you.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t want an omega in our pack to distract us from making money. And he uses our little sister as an excuse to delay. So don’t worry, you’re safe.”
“Am I safe from you, though?” I ask, biting my lip at his intense gaze.
“Of course,” he agrees, but there’s a hint of amusement in his voice that tells me he’s not serious.
My body is already betraying me, my pussy throbbing with each bump on the road, slick gathering between my thighs. I cross my legs tightly, trying to contain the amazing sensation.
Drake leans forward and presses a button on the console beside him. “Take us to Ms. Francine’s apartment, please.”
“Yes, sir,” comes the muffled reply.
The limo pulls away from the mansion, and suddenly we’re alone on the winding road leading back to the main highway. Rain patters against the roof, creating a strangely intimate setting for us.
I try to focus on the passing scenery, but my mind keeps drifting. What would happen if I just... gave in to him?
Suddenly, the image of Drake beckoning me close with the crook of his finger fills my mind.
In my imagination, I slide across the leather seats, towards him.
And then, I climb onto his lap without hesitating.
His hands would be so large against my waist. I imagine the rough sound of his zipper as I tug it down, the heat of his cock springing free against my palm.
“What are you thinking about?” he says, and I jump.
“Nothing,” I say breathlessly.
As we drive, the fantasy continues in my mind.
He’s lifting me, positioning me over the thick head of his cock.
I’d be so wet for him. I am so wet for him right now in this limo.
He’d slide in with just the right amount of resistance.
The stretch would be delicious, borderline painful, as my virgin body accommodates him for the first time.
I shift in my seat, trying to ease the throbbing between my legs. The fantasy is so vivid I can almost feel the fullness, the way he’d fill every inch of me as he thrusts upward, his hands gripping my ass to control my movements.
“Francine?”
I blink, reality rushing back when I see Drake staring at me incredulously. His pupils are dilated, and his nostrils are slightly flared. He can smell me. Oh god, he can smell how turned on I am.
“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing his tight grip on the armrest.
“Yes,” he grunts. The sexual tension in the limo is suffocating. I’m panicking inside, hoping we reach my apartment quickly so I can escape this rolling torture chamber. My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it. “What are you thinking about?”
“It’s none of your business, Drake,” I say, sighing as I look out the window and trying to act nonchalant.
“Oh, really? Have you ever been around an alpha before?” he presses, leaning forward. “Because from what I can smell, it seems like you’re going into heat. And an alpha knows. We always know.”
“That’s not happening,” I say with a nervous laugh as the truth of his words sinks into my gut.
“Have you ever been in heat before?” he asks, his green eyes never leaving my face.
“That’s none of your business,” I say again as I blush furiously in my seat.
“I think it is,” he says softly. “We’ve never had an omega in our house before. You would be the first.”
“That’s nice,” I reply automatically, not processing his words.
He throws his head back and laughs, the sound rich and warm, filling the limo.
“That’s nice?” he repeats.
“I’m not joining your pack,” I say quickly. “I’m just the nanny. You even said yourself that Kieran would never accept it.”
“Right,” he says, but his smile says he doesn’t care what Kieran thinks, and that worries me.
I turn to look out the tinted window, desperate for distraction. The familiar streets of my neighborhood are coming into view, thank goodness.
“You’re not going to ruin this for me, are you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Drake says suddenly. “I’ll be on my best behavior unless otherwise instructed.”
“Thank you,” I say softly.
He shrugs. “You’re welcome. But it’s going to be a challenge, to be honest. You smell incredible.”
I swallow hard. “I use scent blockers for work.”
“They don’t work on me,” he says simply. “Not with you.”
The limo slows as we approach my apartment building. I’ve never been so relieved and disappointed at the same time. Part of me wants to stay in this limo forever, letting the tension build until it breaks. The other part is terrified of what might happen when it does.
“We’re here,” Drake announces unnecessarily as the limo stops. “Let’s get your things.”
I nod. My underwear is completely soaked with slick, and I hope to god it doesn’t show through my pants as I climb out of the limo.
My hands are shaking as I fold a t-shirt and place it in the open suitcase on my bed.
Thirty minutes into this packing nightmare, and I’m hyper-aware of Drake’s presence as he leans against my bedroom wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me with those intense green eyes.
The small room feels impossibly smaller with him in it, his alpha energy taking up space that should be mine alone.
I fumble with the shirt, dropping it and having to refold it while pretending my fingers aren’t trembling under his scrutiny.
“Need any help?” he asks, his voice cutting through the silence that’s stretched between us since we entered the apartment.
“I’ve got it,” I say quickly, moving to my dresser. I hesitate, my hand on the drawer where I keep my underwear and bras. There’s no way I can pull those out with him watching. I grab some jeans from another drawer instead.
“You know, we could have sent someone to do this for you,” he says, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer.
I shake my head. “I don’t want strangers going through my things and looking at everything.”
“Just me?”
Despite my nervousness, I roll my eyes. “You weren’t invited either.”
I try to work efficiently, moving around him to gather toiletries from the bathroom and books from the nightstand.
All the while, I’m acutely conscious of his gaze following me, of his scent permeating my small space.
It’s both intoxicating and infuriating how much I like him being here, despite everything.
Eventually, I can’t avoid it any longer. I need my underwear and bras if I’m going to stay at the Silverwood mansion. Taking a deep breath, I slide open the drawer and begin quickly transferring stacks of panties and bras into the suitcase, trying to hide them under the other clothes.
“Cute panties,” Drake comments, and I freeze, a pair of pale blue lace underwear in my hand.
Heat floods my face.
“You don’t need to be here for this,” I say, not looking at him. “You can wait in the car.”
“I’d much rather be here with you than try to make conversation with the boring driver,” he says, taking another step closer. “And you’re much prettier to look at.”
The compliment catches me off guard, making my heart skip a beat. I continue packing, pretending his words don’t affect me, but inside I’m a mess of conflicting emotions.
“Besides,” he continues. “I’m here for your protection. One of the perks of your nanny job.”
I glance around my shabby apartment, with its peeling wallpaper and water-stained ceiling. “Protection from what? The dust bunnies?”
He doesn’t laugh. “This isn’t a good neighborhood for an unmated omega.”
“I’ve managed so far,” I reply, a defensive edge creeping into my voice.
“Have you?” he asks softly.
I don’t answer that. Instead, I continue packing, trying to ignore how Drake’s presence makes my skin tingle with awareness.
His overpowering alpha scent fills the small bedroom like it did the last time, making it hard to think clearly.
I unconsciously look over at the spot on the bed that I masturbated to his scent not too long ago, and my face reddens.
I hadn’t washed the sheets in a couple of days to preserve his scent.