The Heat

Prologue

While tapping his freshly trimmed fingernails on the mahogany desk, Eric Simmons carefully checked his e-mails, until the loud noise of the phone invaded the office, startling him a little.

— Yea? — He answered, still somewhat distracted, staring at his computer monitor.

— Mr. Simmons, a boy is looking for you, says he came on account of the advertisement. — The boy finally paid attention to what his secretary was saying on the other end of the line, straightening up in his chair instinctively.

— Get him in. — He laced his fingers together on the tabletop and turned toward the door.

Two soft knocks were heard by him and then the door was opened, displaying a tall, slender woman who was smiling sympathetically in the opposite direction from where her boss was. He pointed into the room, making room for the boy he had announced to enter. Quickly, a tall man in his early twenties appeared in Eric's field of vision. He responded in the same kindly way to the smile of Jessy, the secretary, who whispered a barely audible "excuse me" closing the office door leaving them alone.

Simmons felt his stomach twist at what he saw. He was without a doubt an alpha, the kind that would explain his employee's rather stunned look, tall and absurdly handsome. His hair was short and dark, impeccably hydrated, and his impossibly black eyes stared at him curiously. The omega blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if trying to snap out of the trance the alpha's haughty presence brought on. He pointed to the chair in front of his desk, making the brunette come a little closer and sit down.

— You were the first to answer the ad…— Eric stood up, circling the large table, leaning against it and crossing his arms as he studied the gorgeous alpha specimen in front of him. — What is your name?

— Well, it was a tempting offer, you might agree. I preferred not to waste time... — the alpha said hoarsely and low, making the omega shudder. — My name is Christian.

— Weren't you afraid of what you would find? I mean, what if I was a drooling old freak looking for guys willing to help me with my heat? — Eric arched his brow, eyeing the brunette suspiciously.

— Clearly you're not…— he said, biting his ridiculously red lips.

The omega couldn't hide the sly smile that appeared on his face, lifting his cheeks a little. In fact, as soon as he laid eyes on the omega, Christian couldn't think of anyone more handsome than this creature. The black hair, slicked back in an impeccable pompadour, the face completely smooth and without any trace of hair, the skin slightly browned, in a naturally perfect tan. He didn't know where to look first. Until the omega turned around, looking for something on the table, and he was sure he should look at the high, rounded ass covered by the fabric of his dress pants.

— Did you understand the ad? You know why you're here right? — He gathered some papers in his hands, and turned to the alpha, fixing his eyes on his.

— Yes. — he said simply.

— So the proposal is this: it will only be six days, you will come to live with me and you must always be willing, available and ready for me. No questions. I will be yours for six days and your only obligation will be to satisfy me. — Eric held out the papers enough for the brunette to reach. — You will be paid a reasonable amount for your services, only at the end of the week, as advertised. In exchange for that, I ask only for your discretion.

The taller one ran his eyes over the contract that had been handed to him. It was to combine the useful with the pleasant, relieving the heat of that omega would not be a sacrifice as he had thought, and being paid for it would only be a bonus. Did he feel like a gigolo? Yes. Did he bother with that? Definitely not.

— This is just a draft of the contract we're going to sign. I need your data to prepare it. — Christian nodded, blinking his big black eyes.

Eric sat back in his chair while Christian handed him the papers and his documents. The next few minutes were silent. While the omega prepared the contract, the alpha drummed his long fingers on the table and looked around the office. It wasn't one of those huge rooms, yet it was imposing, just like the short omega, sitting across from him and concentrating on what he was doing.

— May I ask you a question? — Christian stared at Eric, who looked up and offered him the attention he asked for.

— No. No questions asked, remember? — the contract was printed and delivered to the brunette, who signed it immediately. — Aren't you going to read?

— Need? — e looked at him suspiciously, seeing a new smile appear on the chiseled face.

— No. Not at all. — Christian nodded, handing back the signed papers. — One of the copies will stay with you, if you're interested, you can read the details, but I can assure you that there are no surprises. Also, here is my address and phone number. You must come to my house on Saturday.

— All right. — He smiled gently, showing his deep dimples.

They both got up and Eric followed Christian to the door, opening it right away.

— See you Saturday, Christian. — He smiled without showing his teeth.

— See you, Eric.