His Needs: Billionaire Alpha (4 page)

Chapter 6

Bethany

The rest of the day was a blur, and after watching the late night show, she fell asleep on her couch. Damon not calling or texting was something that would bug her all day no matter how badly she tried to shake it.

"Everything is fine." She leaned over the bathroom counter in the coffee shop beside campus the next morning. Dr. Tarrington had been out the day before when she finished making preps for his first day of school, but wanted to meet the next morning to go over a few things. She couldn't deny him, even though meeting him meant getting up an hour earlier than she planned.

She walked out of the bathroom and brushed her fingers through her hair as he waved from the counter at the front of the restaurant.

"Bethany. Over here." His smile was warm, his face incredibly handsome. He had his glasses perched on his nose, which only seemed to make him more attractive. It was a dangerous position for him, and yet he must have loved his job enough to deal with the friction it caused.

"Hey, Dr. Tarrington. How are you?" She moved up to stand beside him, leaving a good bit of space between them. Kendal didn't need any drama related to possibly dating a student, and she was aware of how people talked when given a reason to.

"I'm great. Let me buy you a coffee and a muffin or bagel?" He adjusted his glasses and glanced back up at the menu.

"Sure. I'll take a tall vanilla latte and a blueberry scone."

"Nope. Only muffins or bagels." He winked at her and shook his head. "Just kidding. Give the woman what she wants."

She started to pat his back in a friendly manner and decided against it. She'd only heard a little of his story, but wanted access to the rest. It was none of her business, and wouldn't do her any good, but after hearing him talk about his life being ruined a few years back, she had the odd sense to help protect him for the year she'd be working beside him.

Maybe it was because he was Damon's best friend.

She took a seat near the back of the coffee shop and pulled out her phone, checking for a missed message from Damon and coming up empty again.

"Waiting on someone?" Kendal stopped beside the table and handed her a cup.

"No. Just wondering why Damon hasn't called. We didn't talk at all yesterday. I had a message from him on the counter that could have been taken as controversial or even hurtful, and then nothing." She huffed. "I'm not bringing this up with you. We're here to get you ready for your first class this afternoon, not mull through my insecurities."

He chuckled and set his coffee down. "Let me grab our scones and we'll chat about all of it."

"Fine." She took the top off her coffee and glanced up to find several of the girls around her focused on Kendal. She turned her attention back to the steaming caramel-colored liquid in her cup and blew softly. There was no saving the poor man from his stunning good looks. That was his momma’s fault. She smiled at the thought.

"What's so funny?" He sat down, his green eyes studying her as if waiting for some revelation to occur.

"I was just smiling at your situation. It's not funny, but maybe you should just change professions, or hey..." She reached across the table and squeezed his forearm, thinking nothing of it. He tensed under her touch. "Maybe you should find someone off campus to date." She pulled her hand back. "Sorry. I keep trying to make sure I don't act too comfortable around you."

"That's much appreciated." He leaned over and pulled his bag strap over his neck before digging out a folder. "Dating isn't as easy as it seems. You guys are still in college and surrounded by people your own age who are looking for a connection. That's not how the rest of the world functions, as I'm sure you already know."

"Very true." She took a tentative sip of her coffee. "Maybe Damon knows someone he can set you up with."

Kendal chuckled. "No, but thank you. All the women in his past have been bitches, pardon my French. You're the exception to the rule, I think."

"Thank you?" She laughed and put the top back on her coffee before taking a bite of the scone he pushed toward her.

"What was the note about yesterday morning?" He leaned back and crossed his legs in a manly fashion.

"This." She held up her left hand. "He wants me to leave it at home when I'm at the office, but anywhere else, I can wear it. It cost more than a car. I hate the thought of taking it off, even for a second."

"Because you might lose it?" He lifted his eyebrow, questioning her motive.

"Yes, among other reasons. Why are you not asking questions about this? Did he tell you already?"

"Yes. We had lunch yesterday. After seeing each other for the first time in a long time at your friend, Jake's, apartment, we decided to start having lunch once a month. It just happened to fall on Monday this week." He shrugged and took a bite of his scone. "These are awesome."

"Yeah, I love this place." Bethany pinched another piece off of hers. "And what do you think? Too soon? Too much?"

"Do you really want to know?" He licked at his lips as someone sighed close by.

Bethany turned to try and discern who it was, but Kendal tapped the table between them, pulling her back.

"What? Yes, of course I want to know. I asked."

He chuckled. "Most people ask lots of things they don't really want the answer to. It's prudent to ask, but it takes courage to receive the response."

"Wow. That's a lot of mental mumbo-jumbo you got going on there this morning, Dr. Tarrington."

"Right? I do my best thinking first thing in the morning. It's disturbing." He cleared his throat. "It's too soon for something as big as an engagement. You guys have loads of hurdles to climb over, and you both know it. The note asking you not to wear the ring shows that Damon is starting to consider some of them."

"The hurdles?"

"Yes." He lifted his hand. "That doesn't mean that he doesn't think he's in love with you, or that he doesn't want a future, but you guys aren't a normal couple."

Heat brushed up the center of her chest. "And who has the right to judge what normal is?"

"Exactly." He let out a soft sigh. "Her name was Ana, and she was so beautiful. Sweet and kind and only four years younger than me, but none of that mattered. Our situation wasn't at all what you might call
normal.
She was my student, my best student, and the university, my friends, her parents, fuck... everyone threw stones at our budding relationship. You don't get to define normal, Bethany. They do." He pointed to the restaurant and waved his hand about as his words deflated her.

He was right. They had far too much stacked up against them to simply walk into the office and announce their engagement, but something about hiding it felt wrong too. The worry that Damon wasn't proud that she belonged to him tried to creep in, but she pushed it back. It was stupid. He'd told their families, the people that mattered most that they could all take a hike if they didn't want to support their budding relationship.

He wasn't ashamed of her.

"That sucks." She glanced around and wrapped her free arm around herself as she nursed her coffee. "It's unfair. Not right."

"Agreed, but it is what it is." He shrugged.

"What happened to Ana?"

"She transferred to A&M in College Station and is probably the head of some big four firm right now. She honestly was one of the most brilliant accounting minds I'd seen at the time, or since. She made
me
think." He chuckled before letting out a soft grunt. "I would say that I miss her, but it's been six years, and after making the decision to walk away, I didn't turn back."

"And the university just popped you on the hand and let you go?"

"Sort of. They knew how close our ages were and that the relationship was consensual."

"I thought you said that the girl finally pulled back the charges. What charges?"

"That wasn't Ana. Another girl in my second year of teaching stayed after for tutorials late one night and came on to me. I told her no. She got pissed and filed a claim with the university that I'd raped her in the fucking classroom." He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and shook his head. "I kept thinking that I should just leave this place, that nothing was worth all of this shit."

"But after being in school for six years for your doctorate, you decided differently?"

"Exactly. I fought hard as hell to get it. I had them check the cameras and they did, and counseled the girl to pull back the charges, but word had already gotten out on campus. They asked for my resignation and I refused. I threatened to sue them, and that shut them up. I've had a TA or two ever since, and all of my rooms are monitored with cameras, including my office. I'm not sure what they think they're going to find, but they're full of shit. I never touched that girl, or anyone else since Ana. She was my one and only mistake." He lifted his eyes and pressed her with a hard stare. "I'll never, ever make the same mistake again."

"Can't say that I blame you." Bethany nodded toward the folder. "Let's go over your syllabus for this week since classes start in an hour. We can finish up this lovely conversation another time, if you're up for it."

"Good plan. I like a girl with focus." He smiled and pushed the papers across the table. "Tell me what you worked on yesterday and we'll go from there."

"One more thing." Bethany let out a soft exhale. "Matt mentioned to Damon while we were on vacation that he needed to be careful in throwing around the idea that he was in "love". I guess he told Christa that he loved her too-"

"Yeah, on the third date. We still give him shit over that, though we really shouldn't. The poor guy hasn't dated much due to some family stuff he's still dealing with, but I'll let him tell you about that when he's ready." Kendal shrugged. "I would assume he means what he says, Bethany, but like any of us, he's looking for a relationship that probably doesn't exist. How nice would it be to find someone where you don’t have to think about anything but them, but it just doesn't work that way. Not in this world."

"Well, this has been thoroughly depressing." She snorted as he laughed.

"I'm sorry. Ignore me. I'm going through my own shit right now."

"Why? The semester just started."

"I know, and I saw a girl yesterday in the Dean’s office that I would sell my soul to take to dinner. It took all I had to turn and walk away." He shook his head and glanced down toward his hands.

Her heart contracted in her chest as he fiddled with his fingers.

"You can't date someone in the master's program either?"

"No." He glanced up. "No one from the university. Period."

"No other professors?"

"Nope. No one." He shrugged and pulled the papers back toward him. "All right so let's talk about this thing so you can get on with your life."

She nodded, but let the question she wanted to ask die on her tongue. What about his life? How did he 'get on with it' when he was stuck in the past? Regret and sorrow sitting on him so comfortably that he looked five years older than he was?

It was beyond unfair. So much so, that she couldn't help but try and work through a way to help him overcome it. Something had to give... it just had to.

Chapter 7

Damon

The alarm clock had gone off too early the next morning, and not having gotten in from work until three that morning left him grumpy and hating the world. It was a fair assessment of most of his mornings, but this one seemed worse.

Why hadn't Beth stopped by during the day? There was no fucking way she was completely good with the note he left her. It wasn't like her at all not to swing by and light into his ass over it. It would have been a great time to close the door and press her hot little body against the wall, grinding into her and bleeding out his aggression all over her.

Every muscle in his body protested as he moved into the shower and worked quickly to create a thick lather of soap across his chest. How badly he wanted her there with him to enjoy the warmth of the thick mist all around him, the slippery wetness of his skin against hers.

"You're killing me, baby." He slid his hand down his thick erection and stroked his sack a few times. "I need you here, and yet you're off saving the world. Probably pissed and hurting. Why didn't you come find me?"

He could have taken the time to find her, but it seemed like the ball was in her court. He had too much shit on his shoulders to stop and track her down to apologize for something he wasn't at all sorry about. Their engagement was exciting and something to be proud of, but he had to make sure to lay the foundation with everyone around him to accept it. Their families being so supportive was almost expected.

After washing himself off, he got out of the shower, his body hard and ready for a good hour or two of fucking and yet... no woman to fuck. She should have been there, and he didn't give a shit about how greedy or needy it was. It was a fact.

He changed into a pair of black slacks and a light blue button down before working a tie around his neck and pulling his jacket on. With a few meetings with clients later that day, he was stuck having to completely look the part.

"This is what it's going to be like soon. Dad retired and me working myself into an early grave." He adjusted his tie and checked himself in the mirror one last time. "Yep, still me."

Traffic was heavy as he made his way into the office, but it gave him plenty of time to get over the mixture of angst and melancholy that wrestled inside of him. The loud booming of his metal music somehow offered a reprieve from his thoughts, which was greatly needed as well. He and Bethany needed to talk things through.

"I need to bury myself balls deep inside of her and hear her cry out my name ten times. Then we can talk." He adjusted himself as he climbed out of the car and walked toward the elevator on the darkened basement floor of the parking garage. Was she talking with Matt? Kendal? She didn't seem like the type of girl to hold things in. Surely she was pissed over the ring situation. Why hadn't she said anything?

"Ugh," he growled and walked in, ignoring everyone as he made his way up to the thirteenth floor of the building. Ben was leaning over Linda's desk, both of them laughing as he walked up.

"Where is Bethany? I didn't see her once yesterday. Did she even show up?" he barked and laid his arm up on the elevated portion of his secretary’s desk.

"She's at school, remember? UT started back today. She's out all day, if I remember correctly."

"Who okayed her being gone all damn day, every day? Aren't we paying her a salary?" He was going off the deep end, but for some reason couldn't pull himself back. The look on both Ben and Linda's faces said he needed to.

"You okayed it, Sir. I have the requisition if you want me to pull it for you?" Linda asked, the woman anything but sheepish. It was one of the main reasons he kept her for as long as he had. It was one of her only skills.

"I met with her yesterday about going to Seattle with us, remember me telling you? She's already studying the files. I think she just has a lot to juggle with her internship, her master’s and her teaching assistant position. She's doing really well though, Damon. Really well." Ben's warm smile forced Damon to take a mental step back.

"Good to hear. We have a meeting at ten with the controller from Zarpeth. Is she not going to make it back in time?" He ignored Ben's information spill on her being out all day. She should have made time for something so important.

"I-I'm not really sure I mentioned it to her. I'll give her a buzz and see if-"

"No. I've got it." He turned on his heel and walked into his office, slamming the door behind him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Pull yourself together. You wrote the goddamn note, and now you're the one acting like she dropped that shit on you. Man up."

He pulled his phone from his back pocket and texted her.

Damon: We have an important meeting at ten this morning. I expect you to be there.

Bethany: I wasn't told about a meeting this morning. I have class from 9-11. It's not happening. Someone should have told me.

Damon: You're an intern. Forgive us for not assigning you a secretary yet. Glad to know your plush-ass office isn't enough.

He growled as he waited for a response. What were they fighting about again? Right. His expectation that she should be present for something she had no clue was happening. He dropped down into the chair beside his desk and ran his fingers through his hair. He was in full cock-head mode and hated himself for it. It was simple.

Society would say that they shouldn't be together, that it was incest or workplace inappropriate. Not only was she an intern in his firm, but she was his little sister now too. That was the core of the angst, the center of the fury that burned his insides.

He hated the fact that he was pushing her away slowly. It was a defense mechanism, but one that would ultimately ruin everything he wanted in his future, namely her.

*

"How dare you." She closed the door behind her as she walked into his office. It would seem she had far more subtlety than he did in not letting the whole office know that she was pissed.

"Me? I fucking don't hear from you all day yesterday and then you sluff off a meeting that you know is important?" Her V-neck t-shirt dipped into the sexy curve of her breasts and stole his attention as he turned from the window and walked toward her aggressively.

"I didn't know about the goddamn meeting." She poked her finger in his chest. "And why did I have to come after you yesterday? You should have come looking for me. You leave me a note that you don't want me wearing my ring and then you keep your door closed all day? Very mature. Very loving, Damon."

"Watch it." He gripped her wrist and pulled her closer to him, locking her against his chest as he leaned down and breathed in deeply. Her scent was so unique and had the power to liquefy his need, forcing it to rush through his veins at break-neck speed.

"No. You're being an asshole. I was completely mature about the ring thing. I get it."

"Do you?" He grabbed her other hand and pulled her even closer before leaning down and kissing her painfully hard. "Do you know how much I want to scream from the rooftop that you're mine? That maybe, finally, perhaps now it's my turn to live a little. Do you have a clue?"

Her grimace faded a little as she lifted to her toes and brushed her lips by his again. "Stop it. That's unfair to pull out something like that."

"It's true, and you know they'll never accept it. I'm your boss and your brother." He hated how visible her flinch was at his words. Truth always did sting like a bitch.

"I thought you didn't care about that stuff.”

"When you're beside me, I don't." He released her and ran his hands up her arms to cup the side of her neck as he licked at her lips. "I wanted you in my bed last night, in my shower this morning, but you were nowhere to be found."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping her taut legs around his waist as he moved toward the door and pressed her to it.

"You were here half the night, weren't you?" She licked at the side of his neck as he pressed forward and ground himself against her.

"That’s beside the point. You should have been here with me." He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and grunted softly as he gripped her ass and ran his fingers along the thick crease of her blue jeans, teasing her.

"You're right. I have too much going on." She gripped his face in her hands as he rocked her against the door again. "Maybe I should quit my master’s program."

"Is that a possibility?" He was a bastard for asking.

"No, asshole." She ran her fingers through his hair as someone knocked on the door behind them, causing Beth to yelp.

"Just me, boss." Linda. "Your meeting is in fifteen minutes. You said to give you a head's up."

"Right. Thank you, Linda." He studied Bethany's face, memorizing the soft smile lines at the side of her mouth and the way her long eyelashes brushed by her skin, taunting him to dive in deeper with her.

"I hate you for making me want you like this." She brushed her nose by his neck and moved up to kiss him softly again before sliding down the front of his body. "What are your plans tonight?"

"I don't know yet. Nothing turns out like it should here." He moved back and brushed the back of his finger past her budded nipple. "You're not going into this meeting in jeans and a t-shirt."

"It's all I have with me." She lifted her eyebrow as if to challenge him.

"Then go back to class. You need to get your calendar lined up with Linda's, Bethany. It's the best way to make sure you don't miss something important again. Being an intern doesn't give you endless mulligans, and as I've said before, we're looking at moving you up quickly. You're family. You need to run ahead of the group."

The look on her pretty face said she didn't much appreciate his coaching.

"Right. I swear I have no idea what you've done with my fiancé, but when you find him, tell him to call me. I need to work out a lot of untapped aggression, and he's the only one I'm allowed to get naked with." She turned her back to him as he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back. He cupped her mound with one hand and her throat with the other.

"Come out to my place tonight. Ten, and don't be late."

"No. I'm not interested in your bullshit." She pulled forward, but he hung on tightly.

"What do you want from me? I'm your boss here, and you need to step it up."

She glanced over her shoulder before pulling back from him. "I'm your woman no matter where we are, or what stupid trinket I'm allowed to wear or not wear, and as your woman, I'm telling you to step it up and stop being an ass. I don't need more drama in my life. Where is the guy I fell in love with? Is he tucked back inside your finest three-piece suit?"

"No clue what you're talking about." He could almost feel the blinders coming down and locking into place deep inside of him. "Ten o'clock tonight."

"Don't hold your breath." She walked out without another word. Her willingness to stand up to him and deny him only made him want her all the more.

It was a sick and twisted game seeing that she already belonged to him, or did she?