Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Rousing from a deep, restful sleep, I blinked against the soft morning light filtering in through the curtains.
The press of a body against me brought my attention to the slumbering female in my arms. What the fuck?
I never slept with my lovers. Ever. That was issue number one.
Number two was this woman wasn’t Tiffany, the Omega I screwed when I needed release.
My memories held a haziness to them. Last night, my cock had been stiff and ready—inhibitions nonexistent. I could have walked away when I’d seen the beautiful woman in bed, but all I could focus on was fucking for the first time in half a year.
And I’d ended up in this woman’s bed.
Her rich Omega scent continued to tickle my nose as did the intensified smell of her pussy. She’d tasted sweet and earthy. Somehow, the Omega scent I’d smelled countless times before seemed more intense.
Must be because I hadn’t gotten laid in so long.
Her bottom lip was so plump, it looked like she had a perpetual pout. I gently touched her cheek, running my fingertips along the smooth brown skin. Had I picked her up at the bar?
Hazy memories continued to swirl, remaining unfocused. A whimper vibrated in her throat, and she nuzzled into my chest. My cock stiffened at the memory of her cries.
She hummed, her mouth grazing against my chest. I jerked at my tie as my gaze swept across the bedroom. The one I’d prepared for my new . . . au pair.
My gaze returned to the slumbering female. Fuck. I scooted to the side and nudged her off me.
The sun fell over her skin, the slight slope of her jaw, and her high-bridged nose. This was my new au pair?
Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Absolutely not. I raked my hand through my hair, pushing it away from my forehead.
Her taste lingered on my tongue, and I wanted more of it. I clenched my teeth so tight it hurt.
I was so tangled up in her there would be no way to leave without jostling her, so I rolled her and stood. She groaned and mumbled in Spanish. She rubbed her eyes with her palms and sleepily blinked her long, lashes, her dark brown eyes still unfocused.
“Que paso?” she mumbled in a husky voice. It reached my cock, making me want to bend her over the bed and slide into her.
I fisted my hand. I had to still be intoxicated if I was this fucking hard. She sleepily blinked up at me and she suddenly shot upright, her eyes wide. They went from the door to my chest, down to her lap, then back to me.
“That wasn’t a dream?” she said, her accent poking through on certain syllables.
Her mass of dark waist-length hair swayed around her shoulders with each of her movements. I wanted to run my hand through her hair and hold her down while I fed my cock into her.
This isn’t going to work. She had to go.
“You’re fired,” I announced abruptly, facing away from her. Half of my shirt’s buttons were undone, causing the top to split wide for all to see. At least I’d had the presence of mind to kick off my shoes last night.
She gasped behind me, but I forced my attention on putting on my shoes. I’d only made one mistake in my life, and it cost me dearly. Since then, my rigidity didn’t allow for more errors.
But I’d fucked up again, but in this case, she wouldn’t get shit from me.
Once my shoes were secured, I stood and buttoned my pants, striding toward the door.
A sniffle was accompanied by the bounce of the mattress.
“Wait, please,” she breathed behind me.
Keep moving. Just the sound of her voice made me hard—and then her scent tickled my nose.
I bit back a groan. A tug at my arm brought me to a standstill.
I slowly looked at the small hand bunching my shirt’s sleeve.
The tips of her nails were a pastel green.
An image of her hand gripping my shaft flashed through my brain.
Fuck, she needed to leave.
“Please,” she repeated. I couldn’t help it; I looked at her. The beseeching expression tore through my defenses. “Please, let me stay. I swear, I’ll never mention last night again.” Her eyes were wide and kept flicking side to side.
I rubbed my palm across my jaw. I didn’t fuck the help. Not after that bitch screwed me over. Her eyes welled with moisture and my chest felt oddly tight.
“No,” I said, prodded by my growing panic. My phone vibrated and I fished it out of my pants to end the call.
“Please, I swear I’ll be good,” she hiccupped and sniffled with choked sobs. My heart squeezed as if she’d gripped it.
Every decision that led me to this bedroom flashed through my thoughts.
I’d planned to get together with Tiffany since Monday.
I’d visited a bar, kicked back alcohol until I could stop my incessant thinking, then my driver, Hermes, took me to Tiffany’s house.
On my way there, she’d canceled. The alcohol had been heavy in my system, blurring my reality and making it difficult for me to walk straight.
The au pair’s mouth trembled.
If only she hadn’t gasped as I’d made my way to my bedroom. Investigating the soft sound had been my downfall.
My phone went off again.
My secretary didn’t call twice in a row unless it was an emergency. I answered the call.
“What,” I snapped.
“Mr. Astor, we have a problem. I can’t find the files on the Sey-Lin case—”
“I left them on the table. Signed.” I worked my jaw from side to side, my gaze continuing to trail back to the woman swiping at her face with the back of her hand.
So beautiful . . .
I curled my lip in a sneer.
“Please, oh please,” she begged, drowning out whatever Barry was saying in my ear. “I swear, I won’t bother you about it. It never happened. I swear I’ll do as you say—”
“Okay, okay. Goddammit,” I muttered, spearing my fingers through my hair.
“Okay?” Barry asked.
“One second, Barry.” I lowered the phone. “Fine,” I said to the beautiful girl. She sucked in a breath, her big brown eyes sheening with tears, enhancing how doe-like they were. Her lips parted, bringing forth all sorts of dirty thoughts.
Fuck.
“You can stay on a trial basis. If you cross boundr—”
“I won’t! I swear,” she croaked, bunching the front of my shirt. Her eyes were wide and pleading; scared. “Sorry.” She let me go and her shoulders rose a bit.
My cock was unmistakably hard. Her Omega smell swirled in my nose. Smells so fucking good.
A little voice buzzed from the phone, pulling me out of watching her.
“We’ll discuss this further at a later time. Make sure to feed Dalton,” I ordered, leaving her bedroom. Having her near a mattress was too much of a temptation.
“Yes, sir.” At her soft voice, my cock became so hard it hurt. Gritting my teeth, I reached inside my pants and tucked my cock under my belt like a fucking teen.
This was what I got for not being able to fuck unless I was intoxicated. My brain could never shut up without a little help and it now bit me on the ass.
I knew I’d hired someone to care for Dalton, but I had not met her yet.
The only communication we’d had was via text since Barry had done most of the communicating.
As much as I wanted to ream into him about not telling me an Omega would be living at my place, he likely had told me, but I’d been too distracted when he told me.
I rubbed my chin with my palm.
She was unexpected, and worse, she tasted better than anything I’d ever put my mouth on.