Chapter 11

Alice blues glanced from the television over to the bedside table where an iphone lie looming in mocking silence. A longing sigh and they darted back to the dry humored antics of Keeping up Appearances. "Mind the youngling on the bicycle, Rachel." Came Hyacinth Bucket's ridiculous demand which was shortly followed by the long suffering voice of her partner. "She's on the pavemen-" Emily didn't hear the rest as her eyes drifted once more to the phone. Why hasn't Andrea called? Surely Miranda must be working her to near exhaustion by now.

Her face went from worry to frustration when she tuned back into the television show. "Why did they leave it on this? What? They think just because I'm British that's all I watch is the BBC?"

...

"Will you stop that!" Her mate admonished nearby over the top of an old worn Bazaar.

"What?"

Serena glared. "You know what."

"No I don't bloody well know whut." Emily glared back, crossing her arms in a pout.

Serena sighed in exasperation, tossing the magazine to the side. "For the passed hour you've done nothing, but stare at your phone and bitch about everything in sight."

Emily glared back at her mate for a moment before melting back into the mattress. "But what if something happens and she needs me?"

"She'll call when she calls, no need to worry yourself to death over it."

"I know," Emily pinched the bridge of her nose, huffing. "I know, but I just can't help myself. I mean I left Andrea alone with her. Who doubtless is leaving the poor girl in charge of the office."

...

"Oh God! Who's running the office!?" She fretted for a few minutes.

"Calm down, Em."

"Calm down? Calm down she says how am I supposed to calm down when my arse is on the line." The redhead nearly screeched in a dramatic flare that would've put Meryl Streep to shame.

Serena rolled her eyes, but then her look turned coy."You know," A devilish grin spread out across full lips. "I should really do something to get your mind off of things. Like a good little mate." Serena slid her hand underneath the thin blanket and made a beeline to the redhead's most sensitive place.

"Serena," Emily hissed, eyes wide and teeth clenched.

"Shh," The blonde hushed her with a coy smile, rubbing teasing circles. The false cliterous swelled, lengthened becoming something new, long and deliciously thick. Serena licked her lips. That's what she was waiting for-what she craved. She shucked the blanket off her mate in a snap of starched cloth, exposing every inch to the pristine room and hungry eyes.

"What the bloody hell are you doing? We're in a hospital for God's sak-" Emily gasped in surprise and had to quickly bite down on her tongue to keep from making too much noise as her mate took her fully into her mouth. "Oh," Her hand shot down, burying into blonde locks.

Serena chuckled, twirling her tongue around the head and looking up at her panting mate with giggling eyes. Emily glared back though ran her fingers through blonde hair, encouraging Serena onward.

Happy to obje, Serena took her fully down her throat, The redhead's body stiffened in lust, and she unconsciously pulled her mate closer. In an instant, full lips were flush against Emily's groin. Oh dear God. Serena suckled and hummed, causing the alpha to groan loudly.

Suddenly the blonde did the unthinkable and pulled off, giving her mate a stern glare. "Shh or somebody will hear us."

Fuck them! Emily wanted to shout, but even in her hazy mind knew that it would be a bad idea. "Sorry," She grumbled out.

A satisfied nod and Serena(thank God) began anew. Head bobbing and hand stroking the base with viger. She made sure to keep Emily's hips firmly in place lest her alpha got any ideas. Mouthfucking was for whores not mates after all. Or so her dam declared.

A few minutes passed, Emily felt herself swell. Oh God. Oh God. Serena's grip tightened a bit just above the forming knot. Shitshitshit "I'm going to cum," She moaned/warned, throwing her head back and biting her lip.

Serena quickly moved her head, but kept her hand going at a blurred pace until finally."Yes," Emily arched her back and climaxed jerkily, messing up the sheets and Serena hand with her cum. She clapsed back down on the mattress, heaving.

"Still worried?"

Emily looked down at her mate who was currently cleaning herself with a napkin and blinked back stupidly. "Whut?"

Serena shook her head, chuckling.

"Andréa,"

The girl appeared half a second later, a flushed mess of exhaustion and nerves. Her eyes wide as a cornered doe's. Miranda felt a pang of guilt in her gut, but quickly stifled it. This was neither the time or the place for feelings.

"Yes, Miranda."

"Did you call HR?"

"Yes, Miranda." A needless bob of the head.

"And?" Miranda sang, dripping with impatience.

"I was just looking through applications when you called."

"Good,"

They stared at one another for a few tense seconds. The world at a stand still, the atmosphere heavy. It was just the two of them here now. In this office or as it would seem anywhere else on earth. Hearts beat faster, breaths hitch.

Lost, they were lost.

They want no need to drift closer. They-

A knock at the door startled them, snapping their attention away from one another. A nervous clacker stood in the entryway shifting and biting her lip looking as though she'd pass out if someone as so much stomped their foot. "I have some papers for you to sign."

Cue a moment of awkward silence.

"Well, come in before the maintenance crew mistakings you for a new door and hinges you to the wall." Miranda commanded sarcastically, glaring. She glanced over to Andréa who was still standing there appearing very much out of place. Her eyes fought ruthlessly to soften though were no match for years worth of meticulously built up control.

"That's all." A dismissive wave followed and Miranda struggled once again. This time not to watch her go. She turned livid gaze to the trembling toothpick in front of her, snatching the papers. Miranda didn't care whose knot the little bitch was taking. This girl's days were numbered.

"Mrs. Ravitz says she wants them back immediately and signed three times."

No scratch that, hours.

Andy plopped down at her desk in a confused daze. What the heck was that about? It was like they were connected. Her body whimpered at the memory of soft blue eyes locked her own. So beautiful. They seemed to caress her soul, making it sing. Beconking. Beseeching.

An aching pang in Andy's chest and she shook her head. Best not dwell on something you can't have. Andy chastised herself, turning a half blind eye to the stack of papers looming ahead of her and began rifling through them idly. Sighing when the names like Candi(with and 'I', mind you), Stacy, and Bree came up along with the word beta. Ugh they were nothing but a bunch of Paris Hiltons who think a five hundred dollar purse is cheap. Great just great.

She flipped through the pages, skimming through the credentials of each one. Nope. Nope. Nope. Maybe. Nope. Umm, maybe?

Natasha Greenwood

Huh? Andy's eyebrows pinched together. What's she doing in here? From what little she told Andy, Natasha was on her way to becoming a professional chef or whatever. Well, you won't find any food here. She snorted at her own joke. Oh well not her place to judge. Maybe it's for the money or something equally important.

Andy skimmed over it once again, scrutinizing over every inch. Finally she decided and tossed it over in the 'keep it' pile. Working with a friend might be fun after all.

AN: I don't think Nate had a last name so yeah. Sorry for the long wait plus the shortness, but you know life and such. No offense to the chicks named that.