Chapter 10 LEENA
LEENA
The sound of birds singing outside my window is the first thing I hear in the morning.
I struggle to open my eyes, eventually able to pry them open as sleep fades away. I let out a yawn, looking around my room.
I'm not sure what the time is, so I roll over and reach for my phone. The screen shows me that it's a few minutes before seven. The sky outside tells me the same thing, with the sun nothing but a faint glow struggling to rise.
I yawn again before finally getting up from the bed. I stroll over to the bathroom and brush my teeth as well as I can before pouring water over my face to get rid of the last bits of sleep.
“Okay,” I say, looking at myself in the mirror. “Let's get this day started.”
I had promised myself the night before that I would help Grant with his work today. I might as well act like the assistant I am.
There's so much that I still don't know because Grant and I haven't really talked about work in detail. Today is as good a day as any to finally learn the ropes.
I do a little bit of stretching before leaving my room. Surprisingly, Grant walks out of the office beside me at the same time.
“Good morning,” I greet.
Grant yawns in return, taking a few seconds before he can get himself under control. “Morning? I was afraid of that.”
Things begin to click in my head. “Wait, did you get any sleep last night?”
He answers me by shaking his head first. “I really didn't take note of the time.”
“You have a window in the office. You can literally just look outside.”
Grant places a hand behind his neck and begins to crack it. The snapping sound almost makes me jump because of how loud it is. Not only has he spent the entire night working, he probably wasn't even comfortable doing it.
“Look, it's alright. I'm going to sleep now, problem solved.”
I watch as he slowly moves toward his bedroom. I wait until he fully steps inside before opening the office door. The sight I see makes it feel like Grant lives here. Guilt covers me in waves.
I'm supposed to be helping him organize his life. I feel so awful for not doing my job.
I quickly replaced this guilt with determination. My time in this house isn't over yet. I still have a chance to turn things around, but I know it's not the sort of thing I can do on my own all at once.
I will need a lot of help, but thankfully, I have a house filled with people who are more than willing to help their alpha.
The twins are the first people I see when I go downstairs. They walk in through the main door with bags that look filled with supplies. “Howdy, Leena,” Raph says.
“Hey, guys. What do you have there?” I ask.
“Some cleaning stuff,” Ramona responds. “Jackson is doing some repairs in one of the rooms downstairs. It's basically a renovation, so there's a lot to do.”
“Oh, cool. Say, do you think you could help me out with stuff I could use upstairs? I'm thinking about cleaning Grant's office.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Ramona says. “We'll come find you soon. Let's just go check on Jackson first.”
I clap both hands together, smiling. “You two are amazing. Thank you.”
Both siblings smile at me before leaving. I turn my attention to the kitchen, a place in the house that I'm now pretty familiar with.
Molly is at the sink when I walk in. “Good morning, Leena,” she says without turning around to see who it is. “You're up pretty early today.”
“Yup. I've sort of been slacking on the job, so I'm hoping I can make amends for that.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, finally turning around. Molly grabs a kitchen towel and uses it to wipe her hands dry.
I look away, slightly embarrassed. “I'm supposed to be taking care of Grant, but it's been the other way around since I got here.”
Molly chuckles heartily. “It's Grant we're talking about. It's very difficult to be the one taking care of the alpha, even if it's literally your job.”
Her words give me a little assurance that I'm not totally useless. I'm still determined to do all I can to assist Grant, though, and the best way to start is with food.
“Can you give me a list of meals that Grant likes to eat?” I ask. “I want to take note of stuff that can help with his appetite. The fact that he eats once a day and still manages to be active is crazy.”
My cheeks turn deep red after saying those words. The sort of activity I imagine Grant doing isn't the type that I should be talking about with Molly. Thankfully, the older woman is too deep in thought to realize that I'm red in the face.
“I could make a list and get that to you. I try to cook them, but getting him to eat is the problem.”
“Don't worry, I think I'll be able to sort that part out. I'll wait for the list, thank you.”
I make a move to leave, but Molly stops me. “It's nice to see an employee who actually cares about him,” she says. “When he mentioned he had a new assistant, I thought you'd be here, focused on your job and nothing else. I like the fact that you're worried about him and want to help.”
“Of course I am,” I respond. “Grant didn't have to help me, but he's choosing to. The least I could do is prove that I'm worth having around.”
“I know you're worth having around,” she says with a smile. This warms my heart, and I leave the kitchen with a renewed fuzziness in my gut.
The twins catch me in the hallway and give me a few dust rags and a broom. “You said you wanted to clean the office,” Raph says as he gives me the cleaning tools. “We know there are a lot of important papers there, so it'll be best to just sort and do some dusting.”
“We'll help you,” Ramona states.
“No, I think I'd like to do this on my own,” I respond. “I want to make a habit out of it, and I'm not sure Grant will want so many people in his office.”
They share a look. “You're right,” Ramona concurs. “We're here, though, if you need anything.”
“Actually, there's something you can help me with,” I state. “I'm also going to clean his room. Can you get me the supplies for that? I want to deep clean and make it a more comfortable sleeping option than his office.”
“Great idea,” they chorus. “We’ll get you what you need,” Ramona promises.
I carry the broom and rags up to the office and get to work immediately. The first thing I do is sort out all the papers, neatly arranging them into the piles that they belong to.
I push open the windows even wider to allow proper circulation and brighter light.
Once the papers are secure, I get to work on sweeping and dusting. There isn't a lot of dust in the work area, on account of how often Grant is in there, so most of my work revolves around organizing stuff.
After a couple of hours, I have the office looking spotless. “At this rate, I’ll need to do extra in his room because this place looks amazing.”
The door opens and Grant steps in. I don't know what surprises him the most, the fact that I'm standing in the middle of his office or the fact that it's completely spotless.
“What is all this?” he asks in a tired voice.
“It's your office. I took the time to organize all the files you had properly.”
“There are a lot of them,” he states. “Are you sure you were able to sort them?”
“Of course,” I answer, unable to keep the hurt from my voice. I walk over to the small piles I have on the desk and tap on them one by one. “Bateman Industries, the Henderson accounts, and the yearly financial records.”
He gives me an impressed look. “What about—”
“Everything you did last night is arranged on that shelf there.” I point him in the direction. “Speaking of, we really need to digitize a lot of stuff here. Is it possible for me to get a laptop? I think we'd be able to work faster if I could help you log most of these things.”
Grant just stands there with a stunned look. “I'll make arrangements. Thank you, Leena. You've done really well.”
“Of course. I know I can't convince you not to work this afternoon, but you have to promise that you'll eat first.”
“Hmm,” Grant says, about to protest.
“I'll bring the food up for you, something that won't be messy.”
“Okay,” he says, resigned to the fact.
I smile at him, happily going downstairs to fetch him a small meal he can use to start the day.
When I return, Grant is already hard at work, so I just drop the food off and leave him to it. I spend the next hour cleaning Grant's room.
Once I'm done there, I hop in my shower, cleaning up before going to check on Grant again. He's right where I left him, reading through document after document. He'd probably be less busy if he weren't so meticulous.
There's something about how he looks now that pulls my guard down. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing very muscular forearms. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, fully inviting me to view his chest.
My body begins to call out to him. I'd managed to keep things professional all day, and all of a sudden, it's like I want to pounce on him and tear him out of his clothes.
As I stand silently near the door, Grant's eyes turn to me, which seals my fate. My knees grow weak, unable to support my weight for very long.
He smiles at me, totally ending every bit of self-control I have. Whatever I'm feeling, I sense that he feels it too.
“I—I wanted to know if you were hungry.”
Grant pushes a button on his computer before getting up from the chair and walking toward me. The man uses his height well, towering above me when he's close.
“I am,” Grant confesses, “just not for food.” He closes the door behind us, presses me back against it, and kisses me in the same move. I fall into him immediately, succumbing to the taste of his lips.
Grant picks me up before I can even wrap my mind around what's happening, and places me on the desk.
He kisses me hungrily, undoing the buttons on my shirt. His hands move to my chest, squeezing my breasts before he puts his lips on them and sucks hard.
I throw my head back with a moan as the man desperately devours my nipples. Pleasure shoots through my body, starting in my chest and flying to the back of my head. I've never been this wet before.
Grant crouches down, pushing up my skirt. I adjust my hips, allowing the fabric to ride up my waist to reveal my underwear. He grabs this and tears it, too impatient to help me take it off.
I put both hands on Grant's head as he sticks his tongue inside me, moving as deep as he can go.
“Hmm, please don't stop.”
He clearly has no intention of doing so. But he does stop, just long enough to shift me and lie me flat on the large desk, pushing his laptop to the side. The papers I had organized fall to the floor in heaps, but I couldn't care less.
Grant adjusts my legs, spreading them to allow him even more access.
“I'm… I'm… I'm cu—” My warning comes a little too late, and I explode with pure ecstasy.
Grant isn't done yet. He lifts me back up and kisses me while his member is freed from his pants.
I reach for it, running my fingers across the length, and I'm instantly ready to go again. He pulls me closer to the edge of the desk before sliding into me.
My body trembles as he thrusts into me. I hold on to Grant for dear life as the reasonable part of my brain shuts down. All that's left is the pleasure that comes with having his hardness moving inside me.
“More,” I groan. “Fuck me harder.”
Grant pumps his hips so quickly, I'm afraid the desk will break. As he fucks me, all I can think about is how we're destined to keep doing this. Our sensual embrace isn't one that is going to stop after this time. My body can't say no to him.
Grant's lips are on my neck when he releases. He bites down a little, drawing a loud moan from me. There's no way everyone in this house hasn't heard our sounds of pleasure. He slides out of me, taking a moment to catch his breath.
Our eyes lock for a second, and everything around me fades. It's just us in this moment. Grant leans in, kissing me slowly. I pull at him, wanting more, craving every bit of him. As if his body reads my thoughts, Grant's member rises to the occasion.
“I want more,” I confess, brushing my lips against his ear.
He responds by sliding back into me, sending the air out of my lungs.
Oh, fuck yes.