“Dethrone? Like you’re a king?”
“What else would you call the Alpha of all other Alphas?”
Guess I hadn’t thought of it that way.
“Should I kneel?” I drawled.
“It would be better if you didn’t. The idea alone makes it hard to resist pinning you to the nearest wall and stripping you bare.”
My face flushed, and I looked around to see if anyone else could hear us.
Yeah, we had most of the eyes.
Fantastic.
The way my body immediately reacted to his words was just perfect. Who wouldn’t want to be turned on while walking past their coworkers?
We reached the short, wide hallway that connected two large offices.
The back wall of the left one was made of stone and massive arched windows. The fronts of both were entirely glass. The side walls were solid, along with the back walls of the one on the right, and all of the solid walls were covered in wood tiles similar to the ones in the bathroom.
The left office had been Steven’s. Arthur’s was across from it, since he was rarely there. Steven had liked privacy, which was quite possibly the only thing he and I had in common.
Rhone was sitting at one of the two new desks that occupied Steven’s old office. I grimaced when I saw my name on the metal plate beside the door of Arthur’s space.
“These ones were the easiest to soundproof and offered the most privacy. They were cleaned thoroughly,” Maverick said.
Rhone walked toward us with the damn megaphone Maverick had shown up with on that first day.
The Alpha opened the door of my new office and waved me inside. I went in reluctantly, sniffing the air for the scent of death but thankfully smelling nothing.
Rather than following me in, he took the megaphone from Rhone and strode to the end of the hallway. The closing office door muffled most of the noise as the device amplified his voice.
“Get back to work.”
Rhone went back inside the office. His desk faced the arched windows that looked out at the city, so if I sat at mine, I’d face his back. The other desk in the room was set up so I’d be staring at Maverick when I worked, and vice versa.
Lovely.
I took a seat in the ergonomic rolling chair that was now mine, hoping Maverick wouldn’t come into my office.
He did.
Striding inside, he sat down on the edge of my desk, right next to me, and set his megaphone on a stretch of smooth wood.
“Ozzy logged you into the computer and synched all of your work stuff.” Maverick tapped the top of my computer lightly.
My eyes followed the motion.
Geez, his hands were huge.
No, I was not going to imagine having them on any part of my body.
“Your department has been informed that you’re taking over, and that they answer to you. I warned them not to treat you poorly. If it didn’t work, let me know, and I’ll handle it,” he added.
“I don’t need you to fight my battles, Mav.”
“I’m just making sure my company runs properly.”
