Hi,
Hope all had an amazing
week. Mine was super busy, again. I made some progress though on the story I’m
revising. Doesn’t look like I’ll get the revision done before the end of the
month, but that’s not a major thing. I have one other that is being read for
edits.
This week I do not have a
theme or anything for the flash fiction scene, it just sort of came to me. Hope
you guys enjoy it and remember:
Let your imagination soar
when you read.
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Note This is an unedited scene
ADULT CONTENT
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
What in the world? He
spun, staring down the beautiful blonde with a half shaved head that showed off
her seven pointed star. Unique imagine to have on your forehead. Not like he
didn’t know what it meant, but most people into the craft hid themselves.
Specially, after the Witch Wars.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
What was her name? She’d
worked for him for the last five days and he’d yet to remember her name.
Figured it didn’t matter. Most of his secretaries didn’t last more than a week.
Human Resources repeditly told him to be nicer. Why? He was who he was. A
snarly, toothy, hair covered Lycan. He couldn’t change that. Everyone knew
Lycan were . . . Bossy as hell. That’s how come most of them held the CEO spots
of major companies. Not that he’d been given his position among the Crank It
Publishing house. Nope. He’d worked his way up from the mail room and earned
each step up he made. Ticked many people off during his trip to the big room.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Get in here!”
The young woman lifted
her head and snarled at him. Literally. She barred her teeth. Her sparkly white
teeth did not put him on edge. In fact, they made his dick hard as hell. What
was going on with him? He did not get it up for little ole secretaries. Nope.
He loved his woman forceful. Dare devilish. Not someone who took orders.
The intercom buzzed and
then his office filled with the lovely soothing tone of a woman’s voice. “Mr.
Tombbay, did you need something?”
He’d been clear about
what he needed. Her in his office. Not questioning him. How dare her . . . He
pushed himself to his feet and marched over to his open office door. He pointed
at her then back at the chair in front of his desk. Still, she remained sitting
and crossed her arms.
“Did you need something,
Mr. Tombbay?”
“Office. Now.”
She shook her head then
latched onto his eyes. “If you have need of me, then you can request my
assistance like any other decent being would. Until then . . .”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Get in the office now.”
“No, sir.” She picked up
her coffee cup and walked down the corridor to the break room.
“Who do you think . . .”
“Have trouble,
Frankie-boy?”
“No.” He spun back into
his office and slammed the door, making the windows rattle. “How dare her. Who
does she think she is.”
“Must be someone strong.”
Randy, his eldest brother said from the corner of his office.
“What are you doing
popping in here?” He hated when his Big-Bad-Alpha-Brother let his Witchy-Mate
transport him to his desired location.
“Felt your anger. Thought
you might need some assistance.” He sniggered. “Looks like I was wrong and
right.”
“What’s that mean? I can
handle one little ole witch.”
“brother, dead, that is
where you are wrong.”
“What? I can handle anything that comes my way.”
“Most of the time you
can, but that is not some little old witch. She’s a Grand Black Witch. They are rare, according to
Beth.”
He looked back at his
soon to be ex-secretary.
“not wise t o piss one of
them off.”
“Why? She spell me.”
“Might. You might not
like it either.”
“I can take care of my
own business, Alpha.”
“I’m not sure about that
either.”
“What the hell you riding
my ass for. I’m your fucking Beta. Course I can handle anyting tha comes my
way.”
“Okay, then I’ll let you
keep your mate waiting for you.”
“My what!” No way. He would
have known. He would have caught the whiff of his . . . Shit. His cock was
hard. He could smell the lust floating around his office. “Why did I not . . .”
“You were letting your
own bossiness get in your way. That’s probably why she’s driving you up the
wall with that tapping of hers.”