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She had to try, though.
“Mr. Hirsch, please, I had no idea. I can try harder, I promise. Greer came at me, and-and he was wearing pheromones. I didn’t provoke him at all. I was only getting a cup of coffee!”
“I know, Devin. Why would an Omega such as yourself waste her time on a worthless Beta like Greer? You’ve never struck me as the type to belittle herself with such disappointments.”
Devin’s breath left her in a rush as she met the predatory gaze of the man as he rose from his chair. She realized her mistake as soon as she did it, jerking her gaze to the ground to stare at her worn shoes. Realizing how fast the situation had changed, there was nothing she could do as he came around the desk. Steady steps brought him past Devin, making the small hairs on her nape stand on end as he threw the bolt to lock the door. Unwilling to show her fear by turning to keep him in her line of sight, Devin kept her eyes on the floor, ears pricked for the rustle of an expensive suit as he came up behind her.
Hands swallowing her shoulders, Hirsch gave them a careless rub as he leaned close. The overpowering scent of Alpha enveloped Devin as she sat as still as any good prey, hoping the predator would somehow just walk away. His slow sniffs at her hair and neck made her shudder, revulsion thick on her tongue as his fingertips slid south.
“Now, I could be persuaded to find you a new position,” Hirsch murmured, nose working at the soft strands of her hair to get at the spot behind her ear where her scent was strongest. “Perhaps something… under me, where such actions wouldn’t be tolerated. You would be protected.”
“M-Mr. Hirsch, I think I should go.” Devin cringed at the plaintive whine in her voice as his busy fingers plucked at the pearlescent buttons of her blouse. Hating her inaction as much as what he was doing, she found herself unable to outright challenge the Alpha between her and the door.
“Now, Devin, be reasonable. You’re a smart girl. You know as well as I do that this is the best position you could be in right now.” The dark resonance of his tone warned against a struggle as his hand slipped inside her shirt to palm her breast in a cruel grip.
“I don’t want this. Please stop,” Devin hissed as he continued to paw at her. She cringed as he pinched the tightening nub of her nipple, her body betraying her as he pressed closer. Smothered in the scent of Alpha, the low reverberation of his quiet calls pushed against her back, she couldn’t stop the unnatural response.
“You don’t mean that,” Hirsch said, the growl he pressed against her neck anything but seductive. A sharp nip threatened, teeth dragging over tender skin to leave a pink welt. “Unless you want to be tossed out like trash? Did I have the wrong impression of you, Ms. Haynes? Perhaps you are just a cheap whore who wants to be used. Gods know I’m tired of you tramping around here, acting like a haughty bitch.”
“I do not,” Devin sputtered, the thrill of anger speeding through her veins. It gave her the push to lurch from the chair, ignoring the delicate tearing of her blouse as she wrenched free of his grip. Though she kept her gaze averted as she turned to face him, Devin lifted her chin. Focusing on the middle of his chest, she dredged up the last of her calm. “I’ll collect my things and go now. Thank you for the opportunity to work here, Mr. Hirsch.”
The polite words scalded the back of her throat with bitter bile but there was no sense in antagonizing him further. Denying him was bad enough. Mincing steps brought her to the far side of the room, her eyes never quite leaving him as she skirted around Mr. Hirsch.
“You’re making a mistake, girl.”
“I don’t think I am.”
“Omegas aren’t meant to think,” Hirsch said in a snarl. Hand whipping out, he caught Devin by the nape as she tried to inch her way along the wall. Controlling her with ease, he had her bent over the back of the chair, gleaming black loafers kicking her legs apart.
Devin screamed as his free hand found its way to the hem of her skirt. If anyone were still around to hear her shrieks as Hirsch tugged the back of her skirt to bunch it over her hips, they wouldn’t come to her aid. An Alpha could do whatever they wanted.
For the second time that day, a man thought he could molest her without consequence.
Face crushed against the hard seat of the chair she’d vacated, Devin’s lip curled. Moving her hands to the edge of the cushion, she used all her might to turn her upper body as Hirsch grunted and growled behind her. He ripped away her underwear, jerking her hips back enough that she could angle her shoulders with a painful twist of her spine.
There was only one chance at this. She had to make it count.
Devin waited until Hirsch became engrossed with the sight of her spread lips, his hand busy as it made quick work of loosening his belt and zipper. Each tooth separating in a ragged hiss through Devin’s consciousness, she strained to spot the perfect moment.
Expensive slacks dropping to his ankles, Hirsch shuffled forward with an aggressive call. Not enough to overcome her suppressants, but enough to make something primal and starved squirm in her belly. Losing herself for a precious second, Devin came back to her spine arched, standing on tiptoes as his heat spread in a wave over her ass and thighs.
“There’s a good little bitch,” Hirsch groaned, working the head of his shaft through her tender folds that remained dry.
Devin gave a jerky shake of her head to clear her thoughts as Hirsch leaned closer, all his attention fixed on notching against her opening. With a roar as diminutive as she was, Devin’s clawed hand swiped across his eyes. Her nails would never be long or sharp enough to do real damage, but it was enough to startle him. Stumbling back from her sudden explosion of fury, Hirsch tangled in his bunched pants. Crashing against the wall, he spit vicious curses as he struggled to rise from the floor.
Too risky to get closer to stomp her foot in his groin, Devin shoved her skirt down and threw herself at the door. Her hands shook so hard she fumbled the lock twice before she could wrench it open. She swore she could feel Hirsch breathing down her neck as she sprinted down the narrow aisles of the cubicles. Running was never a smart idea. It incited a predator to chase. If she slowed for even a breath, Devin knew what would happen.
Devin knocked the wind from her lungs as she slammed against the stairwell exit. Wheezing as she tried to suck down her next breath, she hauled the door open, shoulder screaming in pain as the heavy metal protested the swift movement. The crash of flimsy plastic dividers and the dull rattle of chairs being tossed around followed her as she lurched through the opening.
Rushing down the steps, Devin hung on to the banister, its peeling paint scraping across her palm. She just had to get to the next floor, maybe the one after, then she could shove her way into an elevator full of people. They would stare and sneer at her appearance, but at least she’d be safer. Hirsch had an image to uphold and dragging a screaming woman from a crowd wasn’t on his repertoire.
“Devin! Get back here,” Hirsch roared from the landing above her.
Swallowing her scream, Devin slammed into the first door she came to. At first, her heart sunk straight to the bottom of her stomach as she glanced around the dark offices and shadowy hallways. Then she heard the steady murmur of voices and the cascade of electronic bells from the elevator. A breathless sob of relief tore from her chest as Devin raced towards the sounds.
The doors were closing as she rounded the corner. One of the few benefits of being small was that she was fast. Devin flew down to the tiled lobby with Hirsch’s stomping footsteps close on her heels. One shoe flung off into the shadows as she tried to slow her flat-out run. She crashed into a wall of tasteful pantsuits and wool blazers. Shoved and snapped at, Devin whirled just in time to see the metal doors close on Hirsch’s red-faced snarl before her pale, terrified features were reflected back at her.
One of the most uncomfortable three minutes passed as the elevator made its way down to the main lobby. Hemmed in on all sides by disgust and repulsion, Devin tried to make herself smaller. Hard to be inconspicuous with her blouse shredded and her skirt a rumpled mess.
There was no way she’d be able to ride the bus looking like this.
Out on the busy evening street, Devin raised a forlorn hand and hailed a taxi. Clambering into the backseat, she huddled around her middle and muttered her address, ignoring the way the driver leered at her in the mirror.
She just needed to get home.
