“You’ll go see Hadler,” Lee said as they dressed, having shared a quick shower in the bathroom off his office.
“I see him Thursday.” Trying to avoid the inevitable, she slipped an excited grin on her raw lips. “I get more pictures! Poor thing is going to have a stack of them before she’s even born.”
“You’ll see him tomorrow.”
Quinn slouched and sighed, nodding her acceptance of his decree. There was no use arguing. Concentrating on wriggling into her pants that were already becoming too tight, making a face at the squishy feeling of Lee’s come slipping from her, she wasn’t prepared when he grabbed her arm and whirled her towards him. Crashing against the bulky male, she stared up at him with wide eyes.
The aggression of his kiss had her mouth going slack before he invaded her with his tongue. Wide palms cupping her ass, lifting her to him, he dominated the exchange with ferocious determination. He forced his taste, his scent, deep into her and wasn’t satisfied until Quinn was a mewling bundle of softness in his embrace.
“I want you to go home and rest. You need to spend more time in your nest,” Lee whispered against her lips, refusing to break that contact as he set her down.
Dazed and somehow wanting more even now, Quinn gave a faint nod of agreement. Leaning into him, fingers smoothing over his crisp shirt, she hummed.
“Go on, pet. I’m late for my meeting as it is.”
A swat to her ass pulled her back into the moment. Lee moving to his desk left her cold. She tried not to frown and mutter but failed to hide the extent of her displeasure as Lee became all business.
“Go home, eat, rest. I’ll make the appointment with Hadler.”
He didn’t even look at her as she was dismissed. Sucking her lips in between her teeth, she finished dressing and tried to look halfway presentable. Everyone on the floor knew what they had done, no matter how quiet Quinn was. The scent of slick was heavy and ripe in the office and there was no hiding that. Still…
Taking a steadying breath, Quinn opened the door and headed out. She knew from experience the driver would be waiting in the lobby at the private elevator, the car idling just outside the main doors. She just had to make it that far.
If anyone stared at her disheveled hair, her rumpled clothes, or the growing wet spot between her thighs, Quinn ignored them. No one would say a word, would dare to snicker at the Omega being fucked in Lee’s office like a cheap whore making a lunch call.
Lee owned the city, and she was his.
After making the driver stop for drive-through cheeseburgers and fries, shoving the whole lot into her mouth by the handful, Quinn returned to the sprawling bit of architecture Lee called a house. Expecting the other males to accost her as soon as she entered, it was a surprise to make it all the way to her room without seeing one of them. Stripping as soon as the door was closed and crawling naked into her nest, she groaned and stretched, doing a horrible job of working the various aches and knots from her back. Eventually she gave up, desperate not to think about someone else’s hands, the way they had made her groan and purr no matter how upset or angry she’d been.
Checking that the alarm clock was set with plenty of time for her to get ready for dinner, she curled up on her side and pulled several blankets over her head to dim the bright afternoon light.
And burst into tears.
More exhausted than she had ever imagined, she fell asleep on a sob.
Swaddled in a thick robe, Quinn sat at her vanity attempting to primp. Making a grim face, she tried to tame her hair into some manner of respectability when Lee knocked on her door. Why he bothered to give her that illusion of privacy was something she didn’t understand. It wasn’t as if she could deny him.
“Come in.”
“You’re not dressed.”
Quinn’s shoulders rounded, a furtive glance to the fancy little clock on the vanity doing its damndest to reassure but failing. She had an hour before he’d said to be ready, but it seemed he didn’t think that was good enough.
“You said—”
“I could have been anyone.”
So it wasn’t that she was still getting ready. He’d never mentioned her state of dress before. Something wasn’t right, but Quinn didn’t know what. Setting the stack of pins aside, she stopped watching Lee in the mirror’s reflection to give him her undivided attention as she turned. The source of his agitation wasn’t clear, but he was being possessive. That was something she could work with.
“No one else would come to my room,” Quinn said with a certainty she didn’t feel. She was almost positive the other males who lived in this house wouldn’t dare, but there were times, late at night, when their stomping brought them far too close to Quinn’s door for comfort.
Lee’s only response was a curl of his lips, a silent snarl that felt more dangerous than the action deserved. Rising from the low bench, Quinn took a cautious step towards him. Closing the distance between them, he seemed more aggressive the closer she came. Daring to reach up and set her palm against his chest, her body following close behind, she melded against him.
“No one would dare,” Quinn whispered as she pressed every inch she could against unyielding flesh. The hot ash of his anger clogged the back of her throat, the scent of violence fresh on his skin.
Lee liked to play his games, liked to torture people. Never had he directed that attention onto her though. He’d coddle her, doting upon her with light touches and tender kisses as he worked his cruelties.
He had also never come to her room, her nest, smelling of it.
