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“Yes, Sir.”

Just those two little words and my cock lurches against my Italian wool slacks. What would she look like saying that to me, her eyes cloudy with lust? Dispersing that treacherous image, I shuffle through the papers she just brought to me.

“Then don’t you think you should know what it is you’re interrupting me with?”

“I suppose? But then, how do I know what’s fit for my eyes or not? Everyone here deals in so many trade secrets that I’m worried I’ll see the wrong thing.” There’s a sparkle in her eyes, almost as if she’s teasing me.

Well, two can play at that game. “Valid concern.” Pausing for a moment, I tap my fingers against my lips, delighting in her slight squirm. “And yet, you make it sound as if you’ll eventually leave my employ. Only those looking for other jobs need to worry about secrets. Are you planning on leaving me, Tiffany?”

For a moment, her eyes glaze over. So fast, I almost miss it. Yet one more thing that draws me to her. She’s so responsive, so compliant. The perfect little submissive wrapped up in a corporate package.

Sigh heavy on my lips, I stand, not at all caring that the outline of my massive cock presses against the pants, tenting them. Like the good little omega she is, she turns her gaze the moment she sees it. However, I can tell by the red painting her cheeks that she knows I’m hard.

It’s far too delightful to tease her this way, knowing neither of us will act on it. “Take this to your desk and look them over. I want you to make sure it’s something that needs my immediate attention. With the acquisition happening today, I don’t need anything extra to distract me.”

Though, if I’m being honest with myself, nothing is nearly as distracting as Tiffany. Again, I let my gaze drift down her body, taking in every inch and curve of her. How I want to smear the red from her cheeks to other parts of her body—secret parts that only I will see.

Perhaps I’m going about this all wrong. I got to where I was by sheer will. I’m sure I can resist biting into her delicate flesh as I pound my aggression into her body. Right? All I need is one night. Just one night with her submitting to me and I’ll be able to get her out of my system.

It’s a lie, of course, but it lets me fantasize just a little. Once this takeover is complete, I’ll celebrate with her body. With a flick of my wrist, I motion for her to leave, taking the opportunity to stare at her ass in that scandalously short skirt.

All I have to do is make it through the next week. She will be my reward, the thing that drives me forward as I sit in conferences with stuffy men. Just picturing her riding my cock as I sign these forms, plasters a rare smile on my face.

Making my way back to my desk, I barely have a chance to sit when she pops her head back in, blue eyes dancing about as if she carries some secret well of happiness. “Don’t forget your conference call this afternoon.”

Minx. She should know better than anyone that I never miss a call like that. Adjusting my pants, I scroll through my emails, pausing for a moment as the new message from the Governing Body blinks at me. Urgent. What could possibly be so serious?

But when I open it up, my heart sinks. Seems I’ve finally been matched. Yes, I wanted this not only a handful of minutes ago. I wanted my own bride I can defile and mark. But now? That’s irony for you.

The very moment I decide to let myself indulge, to allow myself the sexual heat of Tiffany’s embrace, they tell me I have a mate. It should make me angry, but in all honesty, I feel a sense of relief. As if a weight is finally off of my shoulders.

Now, I’ll have an omega to call my own, to claim as mine. I won’t have to ruin this young girl for all the other men to come after, leaving her stranded when I can’t offer her anything more than a good fuck.

Still though… This does put a damper on my plans for the day. Depending on how long the ceremony lasts, I might not have a lot of time to make it back before the conference call. Come hell or high water, I will not miss it. Not even for a new bride.

She will have to be okay with knowing we won’t be able to honeymoon for a few weeks, if ever. With my schedule packed the way it is, it will be a lonely time for my new wife. If only the Governing Body chose either sooner or later. Now, with this acquisition in process, is the worst possible time.

Pulling up a new email, I shoot the information over to HR, informing them I’ll be out of the office and to forward all communication to Ralph until I get back. Sure, I could have told Tiffany, but for some reason, I don’t want to break the spell around us. Not yet.

That will come soon enough when I introduce the new Mrs. Jeffrey Daniels to the office. Until then, I want us to keep this secret simmering between us. Just because I’ve been appointed a wife doesn’t mean it will last.

That’s the goal, of course. To actually give things a try during this period. To find out if we are as compatible as our genetics say we are. However, science cannot account for pure, unadulterated human will. Even if our bodies say we’re a match, our personalities could clash horrendously.

What if she isn’t into sex games or pain? What if she doesn’t understand my drive for business? What if she refuses to understand that she might not always be a priority to me? That sometimes, work will have to come first?

Hell, what if the sex is just horrible? So yes, I’m going to give things an honest try, but I’m not going into this with rose-colored glasses on. I’m going to keep myself true to this stranger, treating her as my wife. I’ll even force this mouth-watering omega out of my mind if that’s even possible.

However, after six months, if I haven’t claimed this bride, we can go our separate ways. I’ll be free again to pursue Tiffany. That is, if she hasn’t been given to someone else in the meantime. Jealous rage simmers through me at the thought, and I curse the government and its need to interfere.

Yes, I wanted a mate, but now? When I finally have a hope of happiness? I swear, it’s as if they live inside my head and know what’s going on in my mind at all times. How else can I explain this ‘perfect’ timing?

Damn the birth rates. Damn the plague that almost wiped out the entire world. And most of all, damn whatever it was in that virulent virus that created the dynamics we have today. Without that, we would be simple, normal people. We’d be allowed to fuck who we wanted, when we wanted.

Just because being an Alpha has given me far more than I ever could have expected doesn’t mean I still don’t hate the ramifications. No doubt, they wouldn’t care if I marked and claimed a beta. To the Governing Body, that dynamic is collateral, an inferior breed to be weeded out.

But since Tiffany is an omega, the price of marking her is astronomical. As much as my cock wants her, I cannot sacrifice everything for some pussy. Even if that pussy belongs to someone that calls to me like she does.

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