Page 51 of Curvy Dirty Omega

“If you like, but I’m only interested in your pheromone levels over the years. Preferably from when you first perfumed,” the doctor admitted, patting my arm gently. “The rest isn’t important.”

That surprised me enough I looked at him again, studying his face to make sure I remembered it. He was wearing glasses and his hair was dirty blond, falling into his eyes just like Liam’s did.

“Could you take your glasses off?” I knew it was a weird question, but the doctor didn’t hesitate. He just smiled and pulled them off, leaning down so I could get a better look at him.

Blue eyes that leaned toward grey. They were nothing like Cassius’s intense blue and for some reason that made me trust this doctor a little more.

He wasn’t wearing a lab coat either, which would help me recognize him in the future. I didn’t bother asking his name since I wouldn’t remember it, but I did want to do some research on him later.

“Could you leave your business card on the nightstand?” I turned my gaze back to the ceiling to indicate I was done with my inspection. “I’d like to go back to work today. Is that possible?”

“I’ll have a more accurate answer for you once I see your blood tests.” The sound of a card settling on the nightstand loosened some of the tightness in my chest. “For now, I’ll let you decide what the best course of action is. No one knows your body better than you do.”

That statement had me outright staring at him.

It was unusual for a doctor to trust me like this instead of asserting they knew better thanks to all their years of schooling. “This isn’t some kind of trick, is it?”

He slipped his glasses back on and smiled at me. “No, of course not. But if I may make a suggestion?”

“Sure.”

“If you’re going to work today, you should have Liam or Cassius around you until we can figure out what’s causing your symptoms. If their pheromones are keeping you stable, you should take advantage of that until we can find an alternate solution.”

I glanced at Liam and wondered if he’d somehow known exactly what kind of doctor I’d needed.

Last night I told him things I’ve never told anyone other than Frankie, but I hadn’t expected him to actually listen and take those words to heart.

This doctor wasn’t just a beta who knew about omega pheromones. He seemed to be operating under the impression that there was nothing wrong with me other than a few unpleasant symptoms.

Would he still feel that way after he saw my medical records?

“Frankie, could you send him everything?” I shifted my gaze away from Liam to watch her awkwardly hand me a cup of coffee.

It almost shattered my glass heart when she smiled at me, looking so relieved I wanted to throw my cup of coffee at her.

“Yeah, I’ll send him everything,” she promised, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Thank you, Lucy. I really think this is going to help.”

Help in what way?

I looked past her to study Liam again and wondered if this was the right choice.

My natural resistance to alpha pheromones didn’t work with him, and the longer I stayed near him, the more I was going to fucking drown in his scent until there was nothing left of me.

CHAPTER 17

Lucy

After the doctor left, Frankie showed me where the bathroom was and that all my stuff was in there, but Liam was the one who had my phone.

Irritating prick.

I did my best to ignore him, but it wasn’t easy. Even without saying a word, or letting a single trace of his pheromones leak out, his presence was heavy. His eyes never left me and it was starting to make my skin feel flushed in a way I didn’t particularly like because I wanted him to look at me.

God, I was so fucking stupid.

“Cassius is going to take me back to the office so I can finish the rest of the interviews,” Frankie told me as she leaned down to tug the long white shirt I was wearing a little lower. “You have your laptop, so you can work from here for today. If there’s anything else you need, just ask Liam. I won’t be able to respond while I’m doing interviews.”

I stared at her in disbelief as she straightened like all this was normal. “You’re going to leave me here?”

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