The Alphas Kitten

Chapter 14

Waverly

I woke up the next morning alone. There's a note on my bedside table reading:
I thought about waking you this morning but couldn't bring myself to. Meet me in my office at 9am. ~Dex
I look at the clock.

8:32

Launching out of bed I hurry to take a quick shower. I towel dry my hair and throw it in a messy bun. I find a red lace Fenti set in one of the closet drawers and throw it on.

8:46

With little time left I use a brow pencil to fleek my brows and put on a bit of mascara. I find a black pencil skirt that I squeeze into. It goes down to my mid thigh. I pair it with a white button up blouse. Last I find a pair of black red bottoms and I'm ready to go.

8:55

Without checking the mirror I rush out the door for Dex's office. I instantly regret choosing heels as there are way to many stairs in this house. Somehow I manage to make it down them without falling.

Dexter

9:05

One of my biggest pet peeves is tardiness. I've been going over some paperwork to keep myself busy. But finally I hear the click of heels in the hall. A knock comes through the door.

"Better late than never I suppose." I say trying my best to focus on the last few paragraphs.

Waverly opens the door. Standing in the doorway she utters. "I'm sorry I should have set an alarm last night. I wasn't thinking.."

The memory of last night brings a self-satisfied smirk to my face. I don't say anything but finish the last of my paperwork before finally looking up to give her my full attention.

She's always breathtaking but I've never seen her wear heels before. As she stands in the doorway my eyes can't help but take her in. Starting from her black high heels they follow the sun-kissed skin of her legs up to her tight little skirt. Her blouse is white and I can see a small, red, textured fabric through it. As much as I want to hurdle the desk, I instead step around it and cross the room in a couple strides.

"Jesus Waverly. Did anyone see you come in?"

"Umm..well I suppose that-"

I hook one arm around her hips, pulling her to my chest as I shut the door with the other.

"What on earth?" She frowns at me.

"Do you not see what you're wearing?" I question.

She scoffs. "Can't handle the skirt or the heels?"

My back is pressed to the door and I have her in my hands in front of me. I give her a smile as I keep my hands on her hips and start guiding her backwards. "I've seen skirts before and I've seen heels before. But put the two together and" *whistles* "baby you blow my mind." My words heavily laced with sarcasm.

"Then what, you can't support a woman embracing her femininity in the workplace?" She challenges.

We've reached my desk and I gently press her ass into the corner of it. "That depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not you support having your under garments on full display or not."

"What are you-" She looks down and her cheeks turn crimson. "This is exactly the look I was going for.." she mutters while looking up at me under her long eyelashes.

I give her a skeptical look before leaning in to her ear to whisper. "The color of your cheeks says differently."

I can feel her breath against the skin of my neck as she whispers back. "Maybe I just intend to pick up where we left off last night." She starts unbottoning her blouse, exposing the red lacey fabric and man that does something to me.

I can't help myself as I take my right hand off of her hips to reach up and touch the soft lace with my fingertips at the center flower. I let them follow the curve of her breasts to her side. My thumb quickly follows suit over the fabric to find her erect nipple, circling it, causing her to quietly moan into my neck.

A low growl escapes me as I pick her up and place her on my desk. Knocking over my empty coffee cup from this morning in the process. "Careful Waves or I'll take you right here on this desk."

She leans back with a smile to look in my eyes. She slides her hand up my torso to clutch my neck. "I might just let you." She titters as she presses up to kiss me.

I deepen our kiss and I let my tongue explore her mouth. But just as I can feel us both on the edge of succumbing to eachothers needs, I hear footsteps outside in the hallway. Damn.

"As much as I'd like to continue this gorgeous we've got about 45 seconds before someone comes knocking at that door." I croak out.

Her eyes widen with alarm. "What?!" She starts fumbling with the buttons on her shirt.

Chuckling I help her. "We need to talk about what happened at that warehouse."