Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  “Why are you interviewing?” Hanna asks.

  I point to my mouth as I chew. I’m not getting into this now. I’ll end up with indigestion if I do.

  “He’s looking for a new secretary, since he can’t seem to find one to suit.” Michelle’s eyes slightly narrow at me as she speaks. She’s on to me. She knows exactly what I’m doing. Nothing gets past her.

  “Oh, I’m happy to fill in until you find one, Harry,” Hanna says as her fingers gently brush down my arm. It sends shockwaves straight to my cock. How can a simple touch from her do that? It’s like electricity coursing through my veins. And why does she have to smile at me like that when she does it? I’m a sucker for that smile.

  I inhale a sharp breath, which causes the meat in my mouth to lodge in the back of my throat. When I start to cough, Hanna jumps up from her chair and taps my back. I may be coughing up a lung, and possibly choking to death, but all I can think is, hell fucking no, I can’t have her working for me.

  I hold up my hand in front of me, when the meat finally slides down the back of my throat. Alerting her that I’m okay. I was kinda hoping I’d pass out so I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit.

  “Oh my God, you’d be perfect,” Michelle squeals. No she won’t. It’ll be torture. I’ll never get any work done. I’ll be too busy lusting over my hot as hell secretary sitting on the other side of the wall.

  “Hang on a minute,” Ethan chimes in, as his gaze moves to his wife. My best friend will save the day. “I’m not sure about this. You said the last five girls left in tears.”

  “Yes, yes they did,” I chime in, a little too enthusiastically.

  “I think we both know he’d never do that to your baby sister,” Michelle replies. She’s right, I don’t think I have it in me to make her cry, cry out my name in ecstasy as I send her over the edge, now that I could definitely do. “I can’t make any promises.” I’m grasping at straws here. I can already see Michelle’s mind ticking over. She’s gonna push for this.

  Hanna is studying Business Management at uni. She’d be more than capable of doing the job at hand, if anything she’s overqualified. Unlike Ethan and Hanna, I never attended University. My parents simply couldn’t afford it. My father worked, but he drank most of his money away. One of the positives I drew from my parent’s situation, was not only street smarts, but a burning desire to be nothing like them. When I was about ten, I started working; mowing lawns, washing cars, cleaning people’s windows and pools, whatever I could get my hands on. I even did the local paper route.

  What little free time I had, was spent at Ethan’s house. Ethan, nor his mother never mentioned my situation at home, but they obviously knew it was pretty fucked up. Not only did Mrs Scott suddenly start having me over for dinner every night, she’d send an extra packed lunch to school, with Ethan. Occasionally, she’d even give me clothes, using the excuse, “I bought these for Ethan but they’re too big on him. It would be a shame to see them go to waste.” I wasn’t stupid, I knew exactly what she was doing. She’d bought them for me, but didn’t want me to feel like a charity case. I may have been poor, but I still had pride. I’ll always love her for that.

  Except for the few necessities I needed, I saved every penny I earnt. My mother didn’t need money because all her bed friends looked after her. By the time I was eighteen, I had enough saved to put a down-payment on a small unit, which I rented out to help pay off the mortgage. Within six months, I used the equity in that to buy another one. I had the property bug. It all seem to grow from there. By the time I was twenty I made my first million and Williams Enterprises was born.

  That’s when I started acquiring prime parcels of land, and selling it off at a huge profit to large corporations. Then I moved into building the office blocks, on the land. That brought in even more money. For a kid who did without so much growing up, I suddenly had the money to buy whatever I wanted. It was a nice feeling. If I never worked another day in my life, I’d never go hungry again. But I love what I do, so I’m not about to stop.

  “Yes, you’re right,” Ethan says to his wife, with a nod of his head. Has he lost his damn mind? “He’ll look after her. He always has.”

  Hello! Is anyone listening to me? This is a bad idea. A huge motherfucking catastrophe.

  CHAPTER 3

  I’m going straight to hell …

  HARRISON

  Monday comes around way too fast. I always arrive at work early. I use this time to catch up on my emails and prepare for the week ahead. This morning my head hasn’t been in the game. I’m on edge. I haven’t done a damn thing, except pace back and forth.

  I tried my best to stop this, but in the end I was outvoted, three to one. Whose company is this anyway?

  “Good morning, Mr Williams.”

  Mr Williams? She’s never called me that before. It’s always been Harry or Giant. That is her comeback for me calling her Shrimp. She’s four-foot-seven, so my six-foot-three frame, towers over hers.

  Spinning around to face the door, I almost swallow my tongue when I see her. She’s wearing a high-waisted tight fitting skirt that stops just above her knees. It hugs her body perfectly. I can see a hint of white lace protruding from underneath her white silk blouse. She looks like an angel. A sinfully, hot as hell angel. The thin red belt around her tiny waist, matches her sexy red heels. She’s sex on legs, a walking fucking wet dream.

  I swear I’m holding my breath as my eyes drink her in. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck, and the red rimmed glasses she’s wearing, not only frame her beautiful blue eyes perfectly, they turn me the hell on. She has this naughty librarian thing going on, and it instantly has my mind going into overdrive. I picture her releasing her long blonde locks from where they’re being held captive, and imagine her shaking her head from side to side as her hair comes loose and cascades down her lean back. I shake my head and suppress my growl as I try to bring my mind out of the gutter and back into reality. What in the hell is wrong with me? Like always, she’s playing the starring role in one of my many fantasies. This shit has to stop.

  When my eyes finally meet hers, I find her smiling. Did she just witness me checking her out? Thank fuck she can’t read minds. This is going to be harder than I thought.

  Clearing my throat, I tug at the tie around my neck as I take a step closer. “You don’t need to call me, Mr Williams, Han.”

  “What did your other Secretaries call you?”

  “Mr Williams,” I chuckle.

  She looks up at me from beneath her glasses, and I’m pretty sure my heart just skipped a beat. I could drown in those damn eyes of hers. “Well, Mr Williams, it is then.”

  “I’d feel stupid hearing you call me that.”

  “Only in the office,” she replies with a smile. “Outside of here, you’ll still be Giant, my brother’s pesky friend, or just plain old Harry.”

  “Your brother’s pesky friend, hey?” I say, pulling her into a headlock.

  “Yes,” she laughs.

  “Take that back, Shrimp.”

  “Okay. Only mildly pesky … and only on occasions.”

  We’re both laughing when I release her. She’s like no other woman I know. Things are so easy around her, just like breathing.

  “So now we’ve got that established, where do you want me to start?” I smile when she eagerly rubs her hands together. I like her enthusiasm.

  “Come, your desk is out here.” The thought of moving her desk into my office, flashes through my mind. That would be asking for trouble. Trouble I don’t need.

  Placing my hand on the small of her back, I lead her out to reception. Once she’s seated, I get her to log onto the computer. “I have a conference this afternoon, I’m going to need you to make sure all the files are in order. I’ll also need you to print out copies of my presentation, for them to follow.”

  “That’s sounds like something I could do.”

  “Click on the Jensen merger file,” I say, leaning forward to po
int to it on the screen. I inhale a large breath when her fruity yet flowery smell, invades my scenes.

  “Did you just sniff me?”

  “What? No.” Standing to full height, I clear my throat. “Why would I sniff you?” I deadpan. Jesus. I’m starting to look like some kind of sniffing freak. In my defence, she shouldn’t smell so good. I need to get my shit together if I’m going to come out the other end of this unscathed.

  “Okay. No need to get so defensive. I thought I heard you sniff.”

  “Nope. No sniffing. I definitely didn’t sniff you.” I’m such a damn liar. I so sniffed her.

  “Okay. You didn’t sniff me,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “Relax. Geez. It’s no big deal.”

  “Of course you were. I’ll email you a list of jobs that need doing this morning. After lunch you’ll need to set up the boardroom for my presentation.”

  With that, I turn and head back into my office. I need distance.

  It’s safer.

  * * *

  It’s just after one when I stroll back into my office. I have a good twenty minutes before I need to make my way to the conference room for my meeting. Hanna has been on the ball all morning and done everything I asked of her. I spent that time going over the pile of resumes on my desk. The quicker I find a replacement, the better off we’ll all be. Although she’s perfect for the job, and both efficient and diligent, not to mention how damn beautiful she looks sitting in my reception area, I can’t have her here.

  I’m surprised to not find Hanna sitting behind her desk when I enter. I left her in the boardroom when I headed out to lunch. She should’ve finished setting up by now.

  My office door is open, so I just presume she’s in there. Entering, my eyes scan the room. She’s not here either. When I hear, “Shit, shit, shit,” coming from my private bathroom, I head in that direction.

  I’m stopped in my tracks the moment I reach the doorway. There stands the object of my every fantasy, bending over the wash basin wearing only that sexy as fuck skirt, and a white lace bra. My cock jumps in my pants at the sight.

  “Hanna,” I breathe.

  “Shit,” she says, spinning around to face me. Bad move. Now I have a full frontal, and as much as I want to look at her face, my eyes go straight to her tits. Fuck me. If I could suffocate myself in her cleavage, I’d die a happy man.

  When I hear her clear her throat, my eyes snap up to her face. Her amused smirk tells me she just witnessed me checking out her rack. I’d have to be blind not too. I’m tethering on the edge of hell here, and if she doesn’t cover up soon I may commit the ultimate sin. I’ve already spent half the morning picturing her bent over my desk.

  I’m surprised that she makes no effort to cover them up. I will my eyes to remain focused on her face. I’m struggling, and as the seconds tick by I’m losing all resolve.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I spilt coffee on my blouse. I’m trying to wash it out before the meeting starts. It’s not coming out.” Shoving my hands into the pockets of my pants, I divert my gaze to the ceiling. I can’t trust my eyes not to betray me. “I can’t go into the meeting wearing only this.”

  She’s right, she can’t. As much as I wouldn’t mind, I’d probably get violent if the others ogled her. Actually, I know I would. That’s not going to help this deal go through.

  Hanna is two years younger than us. When we were in high school, I was the one who scared her potential suiters off. Ethan thought I was doing it for him, you know, looking after his little sister, but in reality I was doing it for my own reasons. I didn’t want anyone else to have her. I know that’s wrong when I can’t have her either, but I’m selfish like that. Since I don’t have much, I’m protective over what’s mine. Well she’s mine in my head, in reality she’s not even close.

  “Put this on,” I say, removing my suit jacket. “I can’t concentrate when you’re dressed like that.”

  She laughs as she takes it out of my hand. “It’s just a bra. It’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before.” Oh I’ve seen her in a bikini. That’s what started this damn obsession.

  “Just put it on,” I snap.

  “Wow. Easy there, tiger. I’m sure you’ve seen women more scantily dressed before. Actually I know you have.” My eyes snap to her when she says the last part. Is it wishful thinking, or did she sound a touch hurt, and possibly bitter by the knowledge of my previous conquests? It’s no secret I’ve been around, but I’m not a total manwhore. I will call the next day, and I’m even capable of dating, just not long term. “I can’t wear this jacket to the meeting either.”

  My eyes travel down the length of her body. My jacket is sitting mid-thigh. She looks sexy wearing my clothes, even if she’s practically drowning in it. But, she’s right, she can’t wear that. Think Williams, think. Looking down at my watch, I see we have less than a quarter of an hour. There’s no time to buy her a replacement, and I need her in there with me.

  “I have an idea,” I say as I spin around and head back into my office. Heading for the wooden panelling along the back wall, I push on the one that hides my small built-in robe. I always have spare shirts and suits here. There’s been many a time I pulled an all-nighter. That’s why I had a private bathroom installed, so I can shower. My leather couch came equipped with a pull-out sofa bed.

  Removing one of the crisp white shirts off the hanger, I head back into the bathroom. “Put this on.”

  I turn my back giving her time to get dressed. “I can’t wear this,” she whines a few minutes later. “I look ridiculous.”

  She’s right, she does. Like the jacket, the shirt sits mid-thigh, and the sleeves are so long they cover her hands. “Come here,” I command, and she closes the distance between us. I hold my breath so I’m not tempted to sniff her again. She’s already caught me out twice.

  I set about rolling the sleeves up until they sit just below her elbows. Her breathing becomes rapid and I try not to focus on the rise and fall of her chest. The close proximity of our bodies is too much. “Take your belt off and wrap it around your waist.” When she does, I pull the shirt up and over the belt slightly to help bring up the length. “There,” I say proudly.

  “I still look ridiculous.”

  “No you don’t, you look hot.” The words are out of my mouth before I even register what I’ve said.

  I hear her gasp. “You think I look hot?” If she was wearing a paper bag, she’d still look beautiful to me.

  I can’t even bring myself to look her in the eye. I’m such a coward. My gaze moves down to my watch instead. “Fuck, look at the time. We should get going.”

  Yep, I’m definitely going to hell.

  CHAPTER 4

  Falling over the edge …

  HARRISON

  I’ve managed to hide this obsession I have with her, for years. But in a matter of a few short days, I seem to be slipping. It was easy to lust for her from afar, but having her so close, and her intoxicating smell around me, is bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

  I’ve caught her watching me over the past few days. There’s something about the way she looks at me. I’ve never noticed it before; is she lusting over me too? Or is it just wishful thinking on my part?

  Then there’s the occasional touches. Like this morning. She brought a coffee into my office. It was just the way I like, or maybe it tasted great because she’d made it. After she handed it to me, she reached out and grabbed hold of my bicep. “You have great arms, Mr Williams,” she said. I swear there was a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. What the fuck was that all about? If she’s trying to break me, it’s working.

  I thought I’d hate hearing her call me by my last name, but it’s growing on me fast. I’d like to hear her say it while she’s underneath me. Fuck me harder, Mr Williams. That would be something.

  I’ve been pouring over the resumes on my desk, but nobody catches my eye. Maybe subconsciously it’s because nobody could replace Hanna. I want her here, but
on the other hand it’s just too risky. Ethan would kill me if I laid even a finger on his little sister. I don’t want to do anything that will jeopardise our friendship. I’d be lost without it.

  I reach for the receiver on my phone when it buzzes. “There’s a, Mr Jenkins, from The Jenkins Corporation on the line,” Hanna says. “He wants to reschedule his appointment next week.”

  “Fine, put him through. Can you bring in the diary?”

  “Alex, how are you?” I say when I take the call. I look up and smile at Hanna as she enters my office. “Thank you,” I mouth to her when she lays the diary down in front of me. Nodding, she grins as she runs her hand affectionately down my arm. It sends all the blood in my body rushing straight to my cock. Again with the fucking touching. What is up with that?

  “I’m not so good,” he replies. I clear my throat and try to concentrate on the job at hand. His reply has me instantly on edge. He was supposed to be flying in from Queensland next week, to sign off on a new office block I’ve just finished building for his company. Although my business is based in Sydney, I have my scouts looking for property all over the country. I’d be crazy to limit myself to just here. “I twisted my knee yesterday during a round of golf. I’ve just gotten back from the doctors now, apparently I’ve done some ligament damage, which will require surgery.”

  “Christ. That’s no good.”

  “It’s certainly not what I need as we prepare to move the company to our new building. That’s why I’m calling, I’m not going to be able to make it to Sydney next week.” Fuck. I have all the papers ready to go. All I need is his damn signature. “My doc says I’ll be out of action for a few weeks at least.” I’m pulled from my thoughts momentarily as my eyes move to Hanna as she leaves the room. The intoxicating swing of her hips has me hypnotised. “Are you still there?”

  “Yes. Sorry, I’m still here,” I say. I see a smile play of Hanna’s lips as she turns to close the door of my office as she leaves. Did she put on that little show purposely? I’m confused. Is she openly flirting with me, or is it just my overactive imagination. Either way, it’s messing with my damn head.