Stone (Obsessed Alpha 1)

Remembering my ethics for a minute, I responded evenly, “It’s too soon to tell. Remember, she’s here for marketing, not office administration.”

“Well, if she can’t do basic stuff, how can she be trusted with anything more important?”

“We’ll see.” I take a sip and practically chew coffee grounds.

She sees the look on my face and gasps, “What’s wrong?”

I take a facial tissue and scrap the grounds off my tongue. “I like to drink my coffee, not eat it.”

“Sorry, sir. It was made by Ms. Sweet. She was making it when I grabbed a cup. The girl is useless.” The incessant vitriol coming from my assistant is pissing me off. It’s not like her to be this rude about an intern. It usually takes a little longer, but there’s something else going on in Elle’s head.

“Well, can you run to Starbucks for me?” I want her out of my face before I unjustly fire her.

“Yes, sir.” She leaves my office in a rush while I stand up and take this sludge back to the kitchen. It’s almost like my sweet Demi forgot the damn filter there are so many grounds in here. I get to the door only to see her standing there talking to someone, so I stand out of sight and watch like a crazy stalker.

“I hate this place,” her soft voice exclaims as slips the pot back under the machine.

“Why?” David, the other intern, asks. He’s standing too close to her for my liking. They must know each other outside of here which burns in my gut.

She runs her hand through her long ponytail, and I adjust my cock, so it’s tucked under my belt and my suit coat hides it. I’m jealous of her own hands on her because I should be pulling on her hair and taking her mouth with mine. “Why? That’s easy for you. They treat you like the professional you’re aiming to be. I’ve become a free office assistant. Top it off, I have the she-devil breathing down my back.”

He taps her cute nose with his finger, which is about to be broken if he can’t keep his hands to himself. “Yeah, well, that’s because she’s jealous of you.”

“Why would she be?” Because you’re a fucking goddess and everything that a man could want, I mentally list off.

“Because you’re hot as hell, and she’s average.”

“That’s the last straw,” I growl under my breath. It’s time for me to enter before he keeps it up. He’s obviously interested in her which is probably pretty standard because she’s beautiful and radiates innocence.

“Mr. Harding,” she gasps. Her lips part so seductively my cock jerks in my slacks, grinding against my belt.

“Yes, Ms. Sweet, we meet again.” I dump the cup in the sink as they watch the contents go down the drain with some running water with mortification on their faces.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, Mr. Harding,” she exclaims.

I stare at her a second longer than I should because I’m obsessed. She looks so frightened that I feel the need to calm her down. I tease, “Bab…Ms. Sweet, just remember the filter next time.”

“I…”

She stammers to explain, but I cut her off. “You didn’t mean it. I get that.” Then I look at the way he’s hovering around my woman. It pisses me off, so I assert my authority. “What are you two doing in here bullshitting instead of earning your grade?”

“I was making a new pot.” She smiles up at me, hoping not to catch any shit and my heart fucking does some crazy thumping it’s never done before.

The mood is ruined the second, he speaks, “And I’m here to learn. The first pot, your cup was my fault.”

I want to get rid of his ass just because he’s near my woman, but that wouldn’t be right of me. Then again, neither is what I plan to do to her later. “Was it your mistake, or are you trying to protect her?”

“No, sir. I tried to help her and botched the whole thing. I’m sorry,” he explains, but every word out of his mouth only irks me more. He’s clearly trying to impress her.

“Don’t let it happen again,” I warn him. And I’m fucking serious because I’m feeling unhinged. I turn back to my innocent little intern and ask, “Ms. Sweet, where’s the mail?”

“I gave it to Ms. Riley.” She says my assistant’s name with a thick layer of disgust that I don’t disapprove of, but I have to say something about it.

“May I have a word with you in my office?” I bite out, pretending to be perturbed. When in truth, my balls ache to release my cum deep inside her tiny pussy and taking root. Get a hold of yourself.

“Um…of course…yes, sir.” She follows behind me with her heels clicking the entire time. She enters my office, and I close the door, clicking it locked before walking to my desk and taking a seat.