Page 2 of Clean Finish

A confusing blend of relief and disappointment made my legs weak as I wriggled out from between Vince and Dan and stood.

“Boss man on his way,” I said with a rueful chuckle and a roll of my eyes, holding up my phone. But instead of hurrying back to the office, I found myself staring down at the two wrestlers in stupefied lust.

For fuck’s sake, they were just so hot. Vince was only wearing a towel, his greyish black hair damp from a shower and sticking to his bare chest. Dan was in his tiny cut-off jean shorts and a crop top. Half of me wanted to rip off my suit and fling myself across both of them, and the other half wanted to flee in terror.

Terror won. Especially when Vince gave me a flirtatious smirk.

“Better go,” I mumbled, my pulse rabbiting as I turned and powerwalked to the door. My face flared with heat when Corey—a gigantic orc who went by The Tasselled Tussler, and the biggest diva to walk the earth—swept past me in the corridor, but he didn’t seem to notice the anxious boner forming in my pants.

I wanted to have sex with Vince and Dan. And Heidi. And Carl. And Gabe and Biff. Seriously, I jerked off nightly to thoughts of it. And once in the bathroom at work while Holt was in a meeting.

Maybe twice.

Okay, three times. But that was still only once for every six months I’d worked here so far, so not a bad track record, in my opinion.

I turned the corner and the door to the office appeared up ahead. My stomach clenched a little when I saw that Seb, Holt’s werewolf bodyguard, wasn’t standing outside in his usual spot.

Which meant he was probably inside. In the room where my desk was.

My palms grew a little clammy. I always got weirdly nervous when he sat in there with me, even though he hardly ever actually spoke, just sat on the couch doing what he always did—crosswords.

Seriously, he did them all the time. Since I’d started working here. Hadn’t he done them all by now? How many crosswords were there, for fuck’s sake?

I brushed off the sweaty palms and the tightening in my gut. It was probably just because I was worried that when I went in, Seb would able to see what I was thinking on my face. I wasn’t that good at hiding my emotions, which kinda sucked when your boss was an emotion-piggybacking supernatural being. Empyns could sense the emotions of others, and sometimes got cravings for weirdly specific ones. Or maybe that was just Holt.

Either way, pretty much every time Holt walked past my desk, he rolled his eyes and told me to stop having horny thoughts about the wrestlers and get back to work.

Which was so hypocritical, because he’d been just as horny for all the wrestlers until Taylor the human fell into his life and swept him off his feet with his tragic sneakers, neat haircut and overall dorky personality that was admittedly sort of cute. In, like, a best-friend’s-hot-dad kinda way.

I hesitated for a second when I reached the door, for some reason, shifting from foot to foot. When I finally opened it, my gaze immediately landed on the big werewolf on the couch, an ankle crossed over the opposite knee as he stared down at the crossword puzzle book resting on his thigh.

He was in his werewolf form, so his shoes were off, and the pads of his enormous paw were twitching a little. I’d noticed they did that when he was concentrating. Only because there wasn’t much else to look at in here.

He glanced up, looking unsurprised or perhaps just unenthused to see me, but my belly still clenched with nerves again. If Seb could tell that I was once again wrestling—heh—with my growing need to get dicked down versus the nervous fear that always came with the thought of actually doing it, he didn’t show it. But then, Seb never really showed much emotion.

That kinda made me nervous too.

Not that I ever let him know it. I kept it light and breezy as always, giving him a brief grin as I sauntered over to my desk. “Hey, Seb.”

“Hi, Larkin.” He was already looking back down at his crossword.

For some weird reason, I had the urge to, like… make conversation with him or something. But Seb wasn’t a big talker, and I always suspected I annoyed him, because I talked a lot. Too much, some might say.

Holt had said that before, but my parents encouraged it, urging me to let it all out, speak my feelings aloud, not bottle them up.

Maybe that was why my overwhelming horniness was becoming such a problem. Like, actually bad for my soul or something, because I wasn’t telling anyone about it. I mean, it wasn’t like I could tell my mom, and I definitely could not share the reasons why I wasn’t already merrily fucking my way through the Goliaths with my buddies. I’d dug myself too deep. Way too deep. That rod I’d made was lodged firmly up my butt.

No dicks up there. Just that fuckin’ rod.

In the end, I flopped down in my desk chair without saying anything else to Seb. Despite being what my mom affectionately called a blabbermouth, I always seemed to clam up around Seb. Just because it was pointless trying to talk to him. He mostly gave one-word answers.

Weirdly, I started thinking about the evening a couple of weeks ago when Taylor had met all the wrestlers before Holt ordered Chinese food for us to have dinner in the office. While Holt had been trying to decide on the matches for the upcoming week, Seb had suggested Brian. As in B. Were, the werewolf wrestler.

I hadn’t known they were buddies. I guessed he gave more than one-word answers to Brian, if they were buddies. And to Ludo, the other werewolf who worked upstairs on the door when the club was open. Seb hung out with him sometimes too, so I guessed he was capable of making conversation. Just with other werewolves. Other big, hot werewolves.

Not that I thought Seb was hot. No way. He was… Okay, objectively, yes, he was hot. Both versions of him. This one in front of me, with his lupine face and golden eyes and big paws and long, clawed fingers, and his human one, with his short brown hair and square jaw and slightly crooked nose and wide shoulders…

I realised I’d been staring at him and quickly jerked my gaze down to my phone as heat rushed to my cheeks. I was just… feeling some kind of way after briefly being the filling in a hot wrestler sandwich. A very plain sandwich, with no mayo or anything. But still. For a few seconds, I’d been squished between Dan’s and Vince’s half-naked bodies.