Hiroshi smiles. “More likeoffices.The building is fifty feet. This is Whitefang Industries. Killian’s own enterprise that he built from scratch. He has shares in entertainment and technology, as well as travel and tourism. He's forever expanding.”
I shake my head. I knew he was rich, but hot damn. Killian just became ten times hotter, if that were possible.
“Then what floor did we just pass through?”
Hiroshi has to stop and think. “Accounting.”
I scoff. “Well, you should think about giving those poor bastards a window.”
Hiroshi chuckles and I don’t think he realizes that I’m being serious. As hot as I think Killian is, he should still treat his employees better. I bet he never comes down here. They even looked surprised when Hiroshi passed through, and I suppose he wanted to avoid the front lobby.
He didn’t want anyone important to see me.
How flattering.
While I may look like a hot mess right now, I still look ten times better than half of those poor bastards in accounting.
It takes us some time until we reach the top. All the while, I have to squeeze my thighs to stop the slick from dripping down my leg. Hiroshi just smells so good. His freshwater cherry blossom scent is so inviting; I never thought I would be attracted to a guy who smells like pink flowers. His scent has accents of sandalwood, and I just want to rub my cheek all over him so I can make himmine.
Damn this omega body. It's hard to think straight.
The elevator stops several times on the way up, yet the moment those other passengers see Hiroshi, they change their minds and take the stairs. It seems no one wants to travel with any member of the Whitefang Pack.
Or maybe they saw me all horny and disheveled. An omega’s heat is legendary, after all. Some of the rumors I have heard have even made me laugh.
Finally, we arrive at the highest level, and my jaw hits the tiled, marbled floor when I spy the lavish suite.
Now,thisis an office. Wide windows that overlook the city, crystal chandeliers, and a velvet chaise lounge in the waiting area.
I'm going to take a nap on that chaise lounge later.
Hiroshi approaches a polished mahogany desk. A snotty beta bitch sticks up her nose the moment her baby blue eyes find me.
“Mr. Whitefang. How may I help you?”
Her soft blue eyes don't leave me, and I can tell she's jealous. After all, I bet she knows exactly who I am.
Killian’s little plaything.
I am not in the mood for her sour attitude. I'm horny, and I need to see my alpha.
“Good afternoon, Nancy. Please let Killian know that we've arrived.”
Nancy smiles at him like a sexy Cheshire Cat. Then she picks up the phone with her manicured hand, and I resist the urge to jump across the desk and rip her eyes out when she gives Hiroshi thatcome hitherlook.
After all, they're both betas. They go together like bread and butter, or would that be bread on bread?
Wow. That is oneboringsandwich.
Screw you, Nancy. He'smine.
No, no. Hiroshi isnotmine. It must be the hormones again.
Nancy puts the phone down, fluttering her long eyelashes at Hiroshi. “He’s ready to see you now.”
Her pale eyes fall on me, and I grind my teeth. I don’t even have a bad thing to say about her. She is one pretty bitch. Perfect blonde curls, gorgeous fashion sense, and supermodel good looks. I bet she istall,too.
The tallest omega I have ever known was a whopping five foot five. That’s practically a giant in our world.