Everything happens so fast before Adam can react. One second the box is in his hand, and in a split second, it's gone. Damon has snatched it right before his eyes.
Adam watches as the overpriced plastic box bounces along the tiled floors. He moves his eyes to Damon, his boss, as the bigger man takes Adam's treasured handkerchief and presses it to his face. Gone are any sense of decorum, any manners, a man of his status might have cultivated.
The Alpha inhales. His eyes are closed, breathing in the fading pheromones left on the square cotton.
Adam watches as his boss's naked upper body expands with every lungful. He keeps his eyes open, not missing the way the Alpha's body goes taut—the bulging veins on his arms, the tension in his neck, and the white knuckles on his clenched hand.
