I spun around and banged the door shut.
Christ.
I knew Lothair was a piece of work, but this gig would be more difficult than I’d thought.
My dick was hard even as disgust soured my stomach. I found a restroom by the atrium. After splashing my face with cold water, I considered jerking off.
In a client’s bathroom on my first day? How unprofessional would that be? I scoffed. More unprofessional than hosting an orgy in your office when you should be having a meeting?
That man was fucking three omegas in there. At ten in the morning.
What the hell?
After cooling myself down with more water, I dried myself carefully, smoothed my hair back, and straightened my tie. When I was sure no trace of my momentary weakness was noticeable, I walked back to the living room.
The door to the office opened ten minutes later. Three exceedingly pretty omegas not more than twenty years old walked out, flushed, with freshly fucked, beaming faces and disheveled hair. They wore identical sheer tops, tight dark pants, and high boots. One of them licked his lips as he passed me, and another winked as he plucked the rumpled shirt from the sofa’s backrest. I nodded stiffly in greeting, trying to keep my face impassive, which made them giggle as they hurried through the atrium.
A dreamy sigh came from behind me.
“Dancers… I fucking love dancers. Love fucking them too.”
I turned to face my new client.
Lothair stood at the door to his office, wearing nothing but white boxer briefs. They hugged his hips and outlined his dick, which seemed to be half hard. A wet spot adorned the front of them.
I swallowed, my tie suddenly too tight around my neck.
For fuck’s sake. Shake it off, Harbinger. You’ve dealt with worse trainwrecks than this guy.
I rose, not trying to keep my annoyance in check when I greeted him.
“Good morning, Mr. Courtemanche. Are you ready for our meetingnow?” I eyed his outfit meaningfully.
Lothair’s violet eyes flashed as he scanned me up and down and up again. “I’m ready. All relaxed and in an excellentmood. You’re Terrance, the bodyguard my manager hired.”
He walked up to me and offered me his hand. I didn’t take it. “Are you going to wash your hands, perhaps?”
Lothair withdrew and sniffed his fingers. “Mm-hmm. You’re probably right. I smell like a horny ass.” I wrinkled my nose, which made him laugh.
“C’mon, Terrance. Let’s talk.”
It was going to be a long day.
2
The Million-Dollar Smirk
TERRANCE
Lothair washedhis hands with soap in the kitchen sink before he made us both coffee in a machine that looked like something capable of launching us into space. I couldn’t stop thinking about him not washing his face. He must still be able to taste the omega’s slick on his lips.
He led me outside to a group of patio furniture under a cabana, where he sprawled in his cum-stained tighty-whities. I was sure he was doing it all to rile me up. Was it some twisted initiation ritual, or was he trying to get rid of me?
I loosened my tie and pulled my slacks up slightly before I sat, facing him.
“I don’t need a bodyguard.”
And that was the first thing he said. But I’d dealt with the likes of him before.
