Chapter Five

Anticipation

Larkin

Holt didn't get drunk very often, but when he decided to, he went hard .

As his dedicated and conscientious assistant, I always stayed sober when he got drunk. I figured it was my job to keep him out of too much trouble, because he tended to have really stupid ideas when he'd been drinking.

Like photocopying his balls and plastering them everywhere in Taylor's workplace.

I mean, I did think it was hilarious too, but I didn't say it. Mainly because I wasn't sure whether Seb found it funny, and I didn't want him to think I was as juvenile as our boss and change his mind about being my fuckletics instructor.

Taylor had accepted the job at Goliaths. To celebrate, the pair of them had started drinking champagne. And hadn't stopped.

Like the first night they'd met, they'd eventually decided to go upstairs and fuck around in the HutSec Corporation office, giggling like a pair of kids as they poured carton after carton of the almond milk I'd had to go out and buy into the breakroom sink.

Honestly, I was a little disappointed by their lack of prank creativity. They'd gotten all weird and horrified by my flaming bag of poop idea. Well, okay, they'd been horrified when I'd emerged from the bathroom holding a bag of my poop, which, looking back… Fuck, I hoped Seb hadn't overheard that whole exchange from outside the door. Pooping in a bag was not sexy. Not that I cared about being sexy for him, but I still needed him to want to fuck me and stuff.

I was sitting behind HutSec's front desk playing on my phone and Seb was leaning against the wall doing a crossword while we waited for Holt and Taylor to stop being drunken messes with their weak-ass pranks. Neither of us were even looking at Holt, but he drunkenly ordered us to look away and protect his modesty while Taylor helped him sit his naked ass down on the photocopier.

I was not interested in seeing my boss's junk, so I didn't even look up. I wasn't even really doing anything on my phone, just staring down at it, because I was super aware of Seb standing a short distance away. I kind of wanted to talk to him, but now wasn't the time to discuss our upcoming sex lessons. Our boss was in the room with us. And half-naked.

Despite ordering us to look away so we didn't see his balls, Holt then told me to help him and Taylor distribute the copies around the office. Sighing, I heaved myself up and dragged my feet on the way over, relieved to see my boss once again fully dressed.

"Your nutsack is pierced?" I asked, grabbing one of the copies and shooting him an impressed look. "Noice, boss." I peered back down at the paper, cocking my head. "Balls are a little uneven, though."

"No, they're not." Holt snatched the copy out of my hand defensively. "Shut up. They're fine."

"They're amazing ," Taylor told me, his eyes a little unfocused. Deciding I didn't want to hear any more about my boss's testicles, I grabbed a load of copies and moved away to start distributing them.

"Wait!" Holt turned to look at Taylor with a sloppy grin. "I should autograph them first."

Taylor snickered, already looking around for a pen. "That's such a good idea."

It actually didn't seem like the best idea, seeing as they were technically vandalising a corporate office. Hesitantly, I spoke up. "Maybe not your full name though, boss."

"Yeah, yeah, I like that." Holt shot me a fingergun. "Keep some of the mystery."

Wordlessly handing back the stack of photocopied balls, I turned and retreated to the front desk. But I didn't sit down this time. My belly clenching, I leaned against the wall beside Seb as casually as possible.

"Good job he doesn't do this often, huh?" I let out what I hoped was a light and breezy chuckle.

Seb huffed, not looking up from his crossword. "Yep."

Trying not to fidget, I stared absently at Holt as he signed each photocopy with a flourish, before Taylor started going around the office leaving them on desks.

"Hopefully he won't throw up this time," I added, because I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Let's hope." Seb tapped the end of his pencil against his lower lip as he frowned down at his crossword. He was in his human form—so were Holt and I—seeing as we were upstairs. I tried not to stare.

Was he going to suck my dick too? Oh god. I hoped I didn't nut too quickly.

Just as he started glancing over, no doubt to see what I was staring at, I jerked my gaze down to the crossword he was working on.

"Need any help?" I blurted, even though, I mean, what the fuck did I know about crosswords?

After a pause, Seb tilted the book slightly so I could see the page better.

"Number eight, down," he told me. I had no idea what he meant, until I realised the clues were numbered.

I peered at number eight. The wait can often leave you breathless (12 Letters)

Twelve letters? How many words had twelve freaking letters? That seemed like too many letters for one word. A little unnecessary, if you asked me. Whoever had come up with it had just been showing off.

I started to sweat a little, because now I was going to look really stupid. I had no hope of deciphering that clue. Why was it so vague? Did they not want people to solve them?

"Uh…" I tried to think of a twelve-letter word. Any twelve-letter word. How many letters did ‘breathless' have? No, wait, it was in the clue, so I didn't think that would be the answer. "Um…"

"I think I got it." Seb lowered the pencil and wrote the word in his neat, blocky handwriting.

Anticipation.

"Oh. Yeah." I cleared my throat. "I was about to say that."

He glanced over at me, and once again I found myself unable to look away. Had his eyes always been that dark honey shade, or had they, like, changed colour recently? Was that possible? People's eyes changing colour?

My throat bobbed. Seb's eyes flickered down to track its movement. Or maybe… No, I was pretty sure he was looking at my mouth. Just for a second. For some reason, it made me really freaking nervous.

"Seb, come move this desk for me!" Holt's slurred voice made him look away. Straightening from the wall, he tucked his pencil and crossword book into his back pocket as he walked over to Taylor and Holt, which drew my gaze down to his backside.

It was… nice. Pert and firm-looking in his slacks. Rounded from the squats he probably did every morning at the gym.

I was definitely interested in learning butt stuff, so maybe he'd… Hopefully he'd let me…

"Lark, come and help." Holt was snickering as he watched Seb calmly pick up an entire desk like it weighed nothing. "Okay, go and hide it somewhere, Seb."

"Sure thing," Seb said patiently. As he made his way through the office with the desk, I forced myself to look away and walk over to join Holt and Taylor.

"What're we doing, boss?" I asked enthusiastically. I was suddenly overflowing with nervous energy that I needed to expend. All this waiting around for Seb and me to finally get a chance to start our sex lessons was making me breathless with something. I didn't know the word for it.

"Just grab stuff to hide," Holt told me, a keyboard and a desk phone already gathered to his chest.

I sighed. Yet another weak-ass prank. Did he really think people would be annoyed about having their workday delayed by missing office supplies?

But like the fantastic assistant I was, I started grabbing stuff with Taylor and Holt. Then, deciding to spice things up a bit—while Seb was firmly out of the room—I found an empty jar in the breakroom and farted in it, quickly screwing on the lid to trap the smell and leaving it on a random desk for some poor, unsuspecting human to find in the morning. Taylor found it hilarious.

Once they decided they'd done enough to mess with the HutSec employees, we made our way back down to the basement and bumped into some of the wrestlers. I'd been feeling even more nervous around them over the last week, so I hadn't been hanging out in the backstage area as much. When they found out Taylor had accepted the job with Goliaths, Vince suggested we all go out to celebrate. Then Biff added that Gabe and Corey were performing at a drag bar in town, and Heidi pointed out that it was karaoke night.

Taylor and Holt very enthusiastically agreed.

Which was how I found myself following Seb in my car as we made our way to Taylor's apartment building. Seb was driving Holt and Taylor in Taylor's car so that it'd be there in the morning, and then I was going to drive us to the bar while the wrestlers got cabs and met us there.

As I resigned myself to a long night, Seb got into the passenger seat beside me without a word while Taylor and Holt clambered into the back seat, giggling together about something.

"No canoodling back there," I told them sternly as I pulled away from the kerb.

"We would never," Holt said innocently, then whispered something in Taylor's ear that made him choke on a breath and snuffle a laugh.

I sighed. Honestly, my boss could be so immature sometimes. Maybe I should just get drunk as well, seeing as we were no longer at the office. But when I drank, I got more… flirtatious, and it seemed like a bad idea to risk things getting hot and heavy with any of the wrestlers before I'd even had a single sex lesson.

I snuck a quick glance at Seb. He was sitting quietly beside me, looking out the window, but as if he could feel my gaze on him, he turned his head. His eyes gleamed amber under the passing streetlights. My breath hitched, so I quickly looked back at the road.

"You two don't have to stay out, by the way," Holt piped up from the back seat. "We'll get a cab back to Taylor's place later."

I glanced at Seb again. He was still watching me. My belly clenched, grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"'Kay," I said hoarsely.

"You should stay out though!" Taylor slurred enthusiastically. "Karaoke! Ooh, what should we sing first?"

My mom said I had a great singing voice—although my little brother said the opposite—but there was no way I'd be getting up onstage to do karaoke. Not with Seb watching. The wrestlers, I meant. Not with the wrestlers watching.

The moment I pulled into a free spot near the bar, Taylor and Holt climbed out of the car and stumbled off without waiting for us. Exhaling slowly, I switched off the engine and unbuckled my seat belt. I could smell Seb's cologne, and it was doing weird things to me, making me both nervous and excited, because soon I'd be smelling it… up close. Like, directly on his skin or something.

Neither of us said a word as we got out of the car. The wrestlers had arrived, and all of them were standing in line with Taylor and Holt in their human skins. I hesitated instead of making my way over to join them. Usually I loved partying with the wrestlers, but I was feeling off tonight. Kind of tense.

I moved eventually when Seb went and joined them in line. We stood at the back in silence, and I dutifully smiled and laughed whenever one of the wrestlers turned to us with a joke or comment.

As the line shifted forward, Taylor and Holt nearing the front of it, Seb casually took out his phone and started typing. A few seconds later, I felt a vibration in my pocket. My heart shot into my throat.

Keeping my gaze averted, I pulled out my phone and hurriedly tapped on the waiting message. It was from him.

We could talk about things now.

My breath caught. Palms growing a little clammy, I typed a message back.

In the bar?

He replied almost instantly.

No. I mean we could go somewhere else.

Then another message came through.

Back to my place.

My breath whooshed out of me in a rush. Honestly, I was mostly relieved that he'd suggested his own place and not mine, because I still lived with my parents.

But then it clicked—what that meant. Going back to Seb's place. Just me and him. In his home. Alone. Together.

Oh shit, it was actually happening.

Yeah, okay , I typed, hoping he couldn't see the tremble in my hands. After reading the message, he pocketed his phone and casually looked over at the wrestlers. The big bald security guy dressed in leather was stamping their hands and letting them in.

In silent mutual understanding, we both stepped out of the line and backed away. None of them noticed. Once the last of them had vanished inside, I swallowed and turned to look at Seb.

He gazed back, eyes solemn. "Ready?"

"Yes." My voice cracked. Fuck. "Yes," I repeated, trying to appear calm and casual. "Totally. Totally ready."

I was nervous as shit, but I was ready. I wanted to get these sex lessons started. I wanted to earn that Fae Fuck God of Goliaths title—I mean, I'd come up with it, but still—and this was the first step.

It was time to suck some big werewolf dick. For the good of my health.