Draco International 1
Amaricio Granger was looking for an assistant, one who would be thoughtful and loyal to the hard-working, alpha dragon shifter. He wanted someone to pick up his dry cleaning and bring coffee. He hadn’t been looking for an omega mate.
Edgar Vidal never thought he’d get the job. What did a personal assistant do, anyway? When he showed up for the job interview as the only candidate not wearing a power suit, he knew he didn’t have a chance. But that was before a chance encounter with the ruggedly handsome CFO of Draco International.
Finding love was easy, but when the most powerful dragon in the Sharp-Winged Tribe disapproves of the union, staying together may prove impossible. How much is Amaricio willing to sacrifice to be with the omega who won his heart? Welcome to Draco International, home of high-powered dragon shifters who live by their own rules. This 45,000-word MPreg novel includes passionate and explicit sexual content, as well as some violence. Suitable for adult audiences.
A man came up next to him, talking on the phone in an unfamiliar language. His voice came out in a low rumble that Edgar felt more than heard, and he had a cologne that piqued Edgar’s curiosity. Much like the others in the lobby, he wore a suit and tie. He had a rugged face with sharp features and strong lines. His dark hair and eyes added a sort-of mystique that made him handsome instead of unfortunate-looking. He had a distinguished air about him, an authority that Edgar would want in a personal assistant. This guy got things done.
He ended the call and dried his hands.
As he turned away, Edgar noticed a crumb on the man’s cheek.
“Hey, you have—”
The guy swiveled back, one brow raised.
Edgar lifted a hand to his own cheek to indicate the location of the crumb. “Blueberry crumble?”
He wiped at his cheek, missing the crumb. Instead of using the mirror to check, his gaze concentrated on Edgar. “Better?”
Edgar brushed it away, noting the smoothness of the man’s skin. “The bakery down the street has the best blueberry crumble muffins. When I’m being very bad, I get one.”
“Bad?” The accompanying frown was downright menacing.
Keeping a friendly smile because he realized the man had misunderstood his intention, he explained. “They have like a thousand calories. I swear, I eat one, and a love handle pops out to wave at me.”
The man’s sinful gaze wandered up and down Edgar’s body, and then he seemed to dismiss it entirely. Okay, maybe the sinful part had been only in Edgar’s mind. He sucked on the left side of his lower lip, a nervous habit that Brielle said was endearing but probably wasn’t all that great. His gaze fell to the man’s tie.
It was a power tie, deep red with flecks of gold thread. “Oh, that blueberry sure gets away from you.”
The guy’s gaze dropped to the tie, and his growl matched his expression.
“I have a stain stick.” Edgar opened his leather messenger bag that he’d picked up at a charity resale shop for five dollars. A short rummage brought him to his prize. He held it up. “Here.”
The frown was gone, but the quizzical look was back.
“It works. I swear. I just used it on my shirt this morning.” He untucked a corner where he’d spilled coffee and lifted it to so that the rugged man could see. “Coffee stain, gone. It’s like magic.”
Rugged man took it and dabbed at the stain until it disappeared. Then he handed the stain stick back. “Thanks.”
“If this restroom had air dryers, you could dry your tie.” He secured the lid on the stain stick and tucked it back into his bag. “Hopefully it’ll dry before your interview.”
Edgar held out his hand. “I’m Edgar. Good luck today.”
That confused look was back. “You’re here to interview for the personal assistant job?” The guy shook his hand, but he made it seem like it was his idea.
The question made him self-conscious. He didn’t know anything about the man or the company, and he hadn’t thought it was the kind of job that required a suit. “Yeah. Snowball’s chance for me, but maybe I’ll treat myself to a blueberry crumble after.”
The confusion morphed back into a frown. Rugged man came by that face honestly. “Why would you think you don’t have a chance?” A gleam in his dark eyes demanded answers, and Edgar found himself giving them.
“No experience, and I don’t own a suit. I was thinking this would be the kind of job where I picked up the dry cleaning, walked the dog, and went on coffee runs. Maybe do some emergency grocery shopping. I don’t know—stuff a busy guy doesn’t have time to do.” He motioned in the direction of the lobby and leaned forward. “Those people all have business degrees. I don’t know the first thing about business.”
“But you’re still going through with the interview?”
Edgar shrugged. “It’ll be a learning experience.”
The light in the man’s eyes changed to thoughtful. His gaze wandered up and down Edgar again, this time with an appraising light. “You helped me out even though you think we’re competing for the same job.”
“It doesn’t hurt to be kind, and you’re the one who has to live with yourself when you aren’t.” He tilted his head in a farewell to the strangely handsome stranger, and he returned to the lobby to wait for his interview.