[JIMINIE]
"No one will come," Jiminie pointed out, and Agust chuckled at that. It was almost hilarious, a choice of words, seeing as everyone already had the slightest idea of what was going on in the Alpha's office.
The scent of lavender and wood was so thick in the air that people would choke on it. And Jiminie hadn't even asked him to mask their scents.
The windows were opened.
The door locked, but still the dents were there to spread the thick blend throughout the pack house.
The office had papers scattered around from the morning that Jiminie had been working, yet now it all seemed insignificant to the way that Agust was looking at him.
Jiminie was delirious over this man. He always had been, and right now it took every ounce of strength in his body not to yank down those pants and take what he wanted.
