18. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Desmond

M y phone rang late on Wednesday evening. I had the late shift and had spent the past twenty minutes staring into thin air and daydreaming of the afternoon I spent with Mia.

"Welcome to the service desk," I rattled off my little speech. "Murray speaking, what can I do for you?"

"Mr Murray, this is Samuel Carson. May I have a word with you, young man?" He sounded pompous as ever.

Shit.

I sat up straighter, fists balled in front of me.

"Of course, sir." I gulped as my brain went into overdrive. What was this about? Had he somehow found out about me and Mia? But how could he unless he had her bugged? Was there a company rule in place against colleagues dating? Were we even dating? I mean, we had kissed and hugged and kissed some more. And then we made out and fucked each other's brains out.

Noo , my inner voice whined, we can't be hard while we're talking to our boss!

But I couldn't suppress the memory of her slick hot cunt gripping my fingers so tightly and her breath hitching in her throat with the sobbing moans she made as I had made her come around me with the gush of warm liquid coating my hand. I hadn't even wanted to wash it off, had pressed my nose into my fur over and over again, taking long inhales like a drug addict. Couldn't not think of how her body felt around my dick.

"It's about Miss Hendry," Carson said in a stilted tone. "I would like to know why you have been spending so much time in her office." Before I could get a word out, he went on. "You see, I like having her as my secretary. She's capable and smart, and I would not appreciate it if she quit. My days have rarely been this productive and organised."

And the shortbread, I know.

She'd told me that her trial period was coming up. I couldn't tell him she needed all that help with her tech. What if he decided to let her go ?

"Well, sir," I began, drawling a little to give myself time to think. "You see, I, uh, am pretty fond of Miss Hendry, and I, I've been hoping to get her to allow me to…court her. I am sorry for my bluntness and I hope there is no policy I wasn't aware of but I am really rather infatuated by her."

I grinned widely at my fists. It wasn't a lie. I was fond of her and somehow had wooed her with my expertise.

"To court her? Well, that is…admirable, Murray. No, there is no policy in place. As a matter of fact I met my husband at work, too." He cleared his throat. "I shall not be happy to hear if you overstepped."

"Never, sir. You can rest assured that I will be the perfect gentleman. I only have the best intentions regarding Mi…ss Hendry," I added in a low voice.

"Well, then. The best of luck to you and the young lady. And Murray? Don't screw this up, will you? I have zero patience for any drama and I don't want to have to find a new personal assistant." He suddenly sounded gruff, not like his usual blustering self.

"I'll do my best, sir."

"Good. Murray." With this he hung up, leaving me to stare blankly at my office wall.

For a moment I was wondering if I should text Mia to let her know he'd called me.

I didn't want to alarm her, but this wasn't me spreading panic. I just wanted to put her on her guard.

BBW: Carson called me a couple of minutes ago BBW: He wanted to know why I hung around your office all the time

It took her a few minutes to reply.

Snowflake: He what? Oh God, I'm so screwed BBW: I told him I was only hanging around your office because I was hoping I could get you to agree to letting me court you Snowflake: You what?

Shit, she was mad, wasn't she?

BBW: I'm sorry BBW: I didn't know what to say and I mean… BBW: It's not exactly a lie, is it? BBW: Are we officially dating? I wasn't sure what to tell him and there's no company policy, I checked BBW: Or rather, I found out after I'd told him I was a lovesick fool for you (fact) BBW: But I made it sound like I was trying to convince you BBW: He made me promise not to screw it up (quoting him directly here) BBW: Because he likes having you as his secretary. He said you were capable and smart and that you helped him be organised and productive and he didn't want you to quit BBW: I told him I knew all that and that I have only the best intentions. And I was trying my best not to fuck it up. BBW: But here I am, fucking it up, aren't I? BBW: I'm really sorry, Mia. Snowflake: I freaked out for a minute Snowflake: He said all that? Snowflake: Wait, YOU said all that? BBW: Yeah Snowflake: We are dating Snowflake: One thousand percent are we dating, Desmond Murray Snowflake: Can't wait to see you Snowflake: Kiss you Snowflake: Blow you

She added an embarrassed emoji to that message.

BBW: Fuck baby, I'm still at work BBW: Hard again Snowflake: Again? BBW: Don't make me use the words hard and Carson in one sentence BBW: I thought of you and then my brain went down memory lane to the time when you squirted all over my hand BBW: And how your scent clung to my fur for days BBW: Being hard while talking to your boss is something I can't recommend shudders Snowflake: DAYS? BBW: I have a sensitive nose Snowflake: and you didn't wash it like some teenager whose crush shook their hand? BBW: Your scent is like… BBW: Wolf nip for me Snowflake: Wolf nip? BBW: Yep, drives me crazy BBW: Right, sweet thing, I'll go get some more work done BBW: I'm off tomorrow, I have an appointment BBW: But I'll see you on Friday? Snowflake: Meet me in the storeroom after my talk with Carson? BBW: The storeroom? Snowflake: I just want to spend a few minutes alone with my boyfriend BBW: See you at three in the storeroom BBW: Sweet dreams, snowflake

I really like you.