Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Shane
I ’m sure I was imagining the flash in Mr. Greene’s eyes when I straightened his tie. It had to all be my imagination, my desire for an older, stronger alpha to take me. There’s no other explanation for it.
With a sigh, I sit at my desk and twirl a pencil between my fingers. Mr. Greene won’t be happy when I have to sit down and talk to him. I’ve worked for him for two years and know his temper like the back of my hand. He doesn’t like things out of his control, and this will be one of those instances. But I have time to prepare.
Mr. Greene’s schedule will be very busy this week, as he has many contracts that require his attention, so I get started on them. While I work, I let my mind wander, my imagination taking over for what I thought I saw earlier.
My boss is the hottest alpha I’ve ever seen in my life. He always looks so put together, and his no nonsense attitude draws me in like a moth to a flame. He fills his suits out to perfection, his wide shoulders and bulging biceps drawing my eyes almost against my will.
Today was the first time I got so close to him. I’ve never felt bold enough to fix his tie, though I’ve longed to do just that more times than I could count. My hands were already shaking, but they trembled more when I heard his long intake of breathe when I pushed the knot of his tie closer to his throat. Was he…scenting me? No, I wasn’t close enough for that, but I know he was drawing my scent into his lungs.
I’m floating on clouds for the rest of the day. Just the thought of touching Mr. Greene and breathing in his heady masculine scent has my mood light for the rest of the work day.
I deflate when I get home, looking at the pile of books on my coffee table. Grad school starts in a few short weeks, and I’m already dreading classes. I’ve wanted to be an architect since I could remember, and working with Mr. Greene only solidified what I want to do with my future. His company is growing by leaps and bounds—in the past two years since I’ve been his assistant, he’s hired three new architects, and his company shows no signs of slowing down.
He’s so smart, so driven, I know his firm will be one of the most sought after in the state, if not the country. In the last year alone, he’s gotten one big contract after another, and I could tell from the light in his eyes it’s what he lives for. Gods, Mr. Greene is?—
“Are you daydreaming about your boss again?” my sister asks when she steps out of her room and plops down on the sofa. She reaches for one of my books, flipping through it lazily. “I swear, you just need to tell that alpha how you feel. I can smell how much you want him.”
I wrinkle my nose and walk over to her, hugging her over the back of the couch. “Hey, Gina. Stop being weird.”
She chuckles and pats my arm that’s wrapped around her chest. “I’m not.” I stop hugging her and sit down on the couch with her. I pluck my book from her hands and stare at the cover. Twenty Buildings Every Architect Should Understand. Even before I enrolled in this program, I’ve read and enjoyed this book. So many wonders that I’ve discovered and so many ideas that have cropped up just flipping through its pages.
Twisting on the couch, she looks at me with a grin. “When are you going to tell this guy how you feel about him?”
I shrug, though I can feel my cheeks flaming. “Never. He doesn’t need to know. I won’t be there much longer anyway, so it’ll be fine.”
“Why don’t you go for it? From what you said about him, he’s a catch. And he’s older, the type of alpha you like. So what’s the hold up?”
“He’s my boss,” I say, looking at her with a duh expression. “And I’m probably too young for him. He’s in his forties, and I’m in my twenties. There’s no way an alpha like that will take me seriously.”
Gina rolls her eyes and stands from the couch. “You want anything from the kitchen?”
“Water, please.”
She grabs the water and hands it to me before she plops back beside me with her own bottle. “You never know,” she says, picking the thread of conversation back up. “He could like younger omegas. What’s the worst he can say? No? If he does, he’s missing out on a great man.”
I smile at her, knocking my knee with hers. “Thanks, Gina. Though I think you’re supposed to say that since you’re my sister.”
“Meh, you know I don’t lie. Even to you. What if he’s the Daddy you’ve always wanted?”
Gina found out I was a boy at the same time I did. We were reading an article on Daddy kink, and it all resonated with me. She peppered me with questions so we could see if it was something I truly wanted or if it was my omega nature making me feel submissive. When Gina didn’t have the same feelings about the kink as I did, we both knew it was what I was meant to be—a boy with a Daddy that would take care of me and treat me like I was precious while also keeping me in line with rules and punishing me if I didn’t follow them.
I squirm under her gaze. “I doubt it. He doesn’t seem like the type.”
That’s a lie. Mr. Greene gives off Daddy vibes like it’s no one’s business. He has a way of telling me to do something that brokers no argument, and I’m always eager to follow his commands. If he was a Daddy, that would be a dream come true for me.
“You never know,” my sister says in a singsong voice. She winks and turns towards the coffee table, eyeing my books. “Are you ready to go back to school? This is…a lot of books. I can’t imagine going back to school for another few years for a piece of paper.”
“That piece of paper will open doors for me. When you start seeing my designs all over the city, you’ll know why I want to go back to school for a piece of paper.”
“And you’ll do great. Did I tell you I’m proud of you? Mom and Dad would be too.”
Gina and I are all we have. Our parents died the same month I was accepted to college. If it weren’t for Gina, I would have wallowed in my grief, not wanting to continue my education, but she pushed me to keep going, just like our parents did.
With a sad smile, I nod, wiping under my eyes. “I think they would too.”
She gives me one more smile, then hops off the couch. “Well, I have a date with Jared tonight.” Jared is Gina’s boyfriend of three years. At this point, they’re practically married. All he has to do is pop the question.
“Have fun. I’ll be here, going over all this.” I wave my hand over the books on the coffee table.
“Sounds like a blast,” she says in a dry voice. I chuckle as he heads back into her room.
Gina has given me a lot to think about. Mr. Greene is exactly my type. Older, tall, good looking, and exuding confidence. If I were a braver omega, I would have strutted in his office and told him how I felt, consequences be damned. But that’s not me. That’s never been me. It’s like Gina took all the outgoing nature for herself and left me with the reserved, introverted traits. No matter how much I try to put myself out there, I fail. I’ve learned to live with it.
Someone like Mr. Greene wouldn’t want an omega that’s too scared to put himself out there. But that’s okay. When I start grad school and he has a new assistant, I won’t have to worry about him for a few more years. At least until I apply there as an architect upon graduation.