Claimed by my Best Friend's Alpha Father

Chapter 8: Dante

I couldn’t sleep; all I could think about was how close Azalea was to my room just across the hall. I got up out of bed and headed downstairs to get a glass of water and something to snack on. I’m leaning against the counter. I was still shirtless, my pajama pants slung low on my hips, showing off my six pack and the defined V line abs angled sharply and descending past the waistband of my pants.

I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. I looked up from eating some sliced salami and cheese cubes. There stood Azalea, ogling me. I smirked and popped another piece of meat into my mouth. Her gaze traveled down my pecs, my abs, the V line, then the crotch of my sleep pants.

“Like what you see? Or just surprised that an old man like me can be so fit?”

She shook her head and looked away. “No! Just shocked is all.”

“Yeah, most women react the same way, don’t feel like you’re the only one, Princess.”

She blushed and took a shaky step forward. “I only came down for a g-glass of water.” She pointed to the cabinet I was in front of.

“Oh my bad. Here, let me get it for you.”

I turned and opened the cabinet. I grabbed the glass and went over to the fridge to the water dispenser. I filled the glass halfway and handed her the cup. Our fingers grazed each other, and mine lingered for a few seconds too long before I pulled away.

“I hope it’s cold enough for you.” I winked and headed back upstairs.

Monday afternoon was packed with me working and meeting after meeting, but Azalea was doing amazing, handling all of the calls and greeting all of my clients for the meetings. She was sitting at her desk, drinking from her bottle of water and popping peanuts into her mouth now and then.

Her blonde hair was pulled back into two long pig tails with faux leather hair scrunchies. She looked professional and edgy. Her deep red ankle high heeled boots showed off the swell of her toned calves. I loved her style for whatever reason i was always into women who wore any of the sub categories of the alt fashion.

The short, tight, crushed velvet skirt clung to her hips and ass like a second skin. Her deep red button up shirt was unbuttoned to show off some of her cleavage. I knew I shouldn’t be staring so obviously at her, but I had no self-control around her.

I got up and walked over to her desk, fixing my cuff links on the sleeves of my black suit. “Hey, how are you holding up? I know it has been a pretty active day at the office. It’s gonna be slowing down now.”

“I’m good, thanks, Dante.”

“No problem, is there anything I can get for ya?”

“Oh, I do need a bathroom break. Since it’s slowing down, I won’t be long!” She stood up, and her hips swayed with every step.

Fuck I’d love to sink into that ass. I shook my head and went back to my office. I leaned back in my office chair and grumbled under my breath.

“f**k, I don’t know how much longer I can last without jumping her.”

She sashayed back to her desk after a few minutes. Gods, she was a f*****g catch, and I wanted to be the lucky one to be on top of her. I glided my tongue over my lips before taking a long sip of my coffee.

I flipped through reports and proposals for properties. Signing the ones I felt would be a good go a head to the next stage of purchase. I finally went to the leasing agreements from the leasing department to see our stats and how we were doing in filling up the commercial rental properties.

The rest of the day was boring besides when Azalea came in with questions and my stolen glances at her as she answered and transferred calls. She really was good at her job. She was professional, even if she thought her everyday style was not. She always covered up her more ‘offensive’ tattoos and kept her piercings to nothing too flashy besides her lobes. She was a goddess if I do say so myself, and I hoped she saw that as well.

She stood up and fixed her skirt as she grabbed her studded leather bag. I followed suit and grabbed my briefcase and put my paperwork in the dedicated spots. I stretched before I took off my suit jacket and walked out of my office.

“Want to walk with me down to the parking garage?”

She looked up as she hiked the purse strap onto her shoulder. “Yeah, we can. I would feel safer that way, to be honest.”

I nodded and walked alongside her and stood at her side in the elevator. She leaned against the back wall of the elevator as other people filled in, talking and muttering about after work plans. She glanced over at me, and I smiled at her.

“Oh, I just wanted to let you know the Halloween party is coming up. Of course, no matter the position someone holds, they are invited here. Even the interns.”

“That’s really sweet. Is it gonna be on Halloween or a different day?”

“Nope on the 31st and an hour after we finish up work to give everyone time to change. All ten floors become a party.”

Her eyes light up. “That sounds actually more like a frat party than an office party.”

“Well, your dad and I used to be in the same frat.”

“Wait, really? Dad never mentioned that!”

Finally, we got to the main floor of the building. I nodded, “Yeah, we were. We threw the best parties, and I still do.”

She laughed as we walked to the garage. I walked her to her spot, which was right next to mine. I did this with all of the secretaries I’ve had. I always felt more comfortable. You could never be too sure what creeps lurked outside, especially in this city and day and age.

I waved goodbye as she took off, and I got into my sports car. I sped off towards home. Praying to the gods that the traffic wouldn’t be terrible tonight since I got off on time. I sped down the highway, and I did get lucky; there were no bad traffic jams, and I made it home before Ira.