Page 83 of Curvy Dirty Omega

In his presence, surrounded by his scent, I could finally breathe – really breathe for the first time since my mother died.

For whatever reason, Liam was the answer to all my problems whether I knew how to deal with that or not. His pheromones promised me the kind of safety and security no one else ever could. His scent would make any other alpha back the fuck off and those assholes would never try to make me do anything ever again.

Not if they were to catch even the tiniest hint of these pheromones.

My body needed his in so many ways…

“Can I touch you?” I had to be a little pheromone drunk because the urge to slide my fingers through his hair was impossible to resist.

Liam closed his eyes and I’d honestly never seen anything more attractive than this quiet resistance to whatever thoughts my question had stirred up. “Do whatever you want, Lucy.”

This would definitely cross a line.

He was my employer and I was the person investigating his brother’s death. The moment I touched him, the lines between our professional and personal relationship would blur and I could never take that back.

As if that weren’t bad enough, I knew exactly how dangerous and stupid this was considering how little I knew about him, but I slid my fingers through his hair anyway, marveling at the silky softness of it.

Pushing it out of his face made him look younger and softer. When I let go, it fell into his eyes once more and he looked through the gossamer strands with this desperate hunger…

That look was like a glass of ice-cold water being thrown in my face when I realized just how close I was to saying fuck it and doing something about that hunger right here and now.

It didn’t matter to me that those waiters could bring the food in at any moment or that if I kept provoking him, it would affect everyone in this building when he lost control…

None of that was enough to convince me to stop touching him.

Shit, I couldn’t do this. Not here. Not with him.

Not when I was pretty fucking sure I was losing my damn mind.

I had to get the fuck out of here before it was too late.

CHAPTER 29

Lucy

“Pardon me.” I grabbed my purse and pushed away from the table, hoping he wouldn’t notice just how badly my hands were shaking. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

Liam didn’t try to stop me or demand to know why.

He just let me go.

The hostess was waiting outside the private dining room and she pointed out the bathrooms. I could barely register what she was saying, let alone what her face looked like, but I thanked her anyway and kept my head down as I passed the main dining area of the restaurant.

No one looked at me twice without Liam by my side. My face wasn’t internet famous, but just being here in this restaurant meant I knew somebody.

I couldn’t give a fuck about that right now, not when my thighs were damp with slickness and my skin was flushed enough someone was definitely going to notice what was going on sooner rather than later.

All I had to do was get to the bathroom, then I could take my emergency suppressants and demand Liam take me home the second I got my shit under control.

I managed to ignore all the people in the restaurant and made my way to the restroom, really fucking glad to see they had one for a single occupant.

Shoving the door open, I winced when the bright lights accosted me, but it was private and empty which was all I needed at the moment.

Unzipping my purse, I pushed aside my gun, and grabbed the small glass bottle full of little pink pills beside it that looked and tasted like star candy. The sweetness always hurt my teeth, but they worked immediately. I’d been able to stop a few heats with these. Not having a regular cycle made it impossible to know when it would happen so this was the only way to manage it.

I grabbed two and popped them into my mouth as I avoided my reflection in the mirror. Seeing just how flushed and needy I looked was the last thing I needed right now.

Leaning against the door, I tried to catch my breath, practicing the breathing exercises the omega specialists had taught us back in school. Omega classes had always been a nightmare for me, but I’d paid attention and learned every little thing I could just in case I’d need it one day.

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