Page 9 of Curvy Dirty Omega

My stomach flipped again when it suddenly occurred to me the scary one probably already had the paperwork we’d filled out – he knew what I was.

But Blue Eyes firmly shook Frankie’s hand like nothing was wrong.

“I know my mother asked Genesis for their best. I suppose that means you two,” Liam said as he shook Frankie’s hand a little harder than necessary. “I have to admit, I’m curious to see how you perform.”

My nose wrinkled in irritation before I could stop myself, and Liam smiled slightly as if he’d noticed, but he didn’t look away from Frankie.

“We have consistently closed the most cases out of everyone in our agency,” Frankie reassured him. “I’m sure this will be no different.”

For someone who had been overthinking herself into a tizzy just an hour ago, her confidence was fucking astounding.

“Excellent.” Liam left it at that and tossed his blazer over his shoulder before turning around to lead us toward a set of double doors.

Even with a few minutes to calm down, I couldn’t quite get my shit together.

I tasted panic on the back of my tongue as I realized how laser focused I’d been on him and the other one.

There was a whole other fucking person in this room with us that I hadn’t even noticed, and it was my job to notice shit like that.

My gaze slid to the woman sitting at the sleek, modern desk to the left of us, but she didn’t look up from her monitor even when Liam reached for the handle of the door across the way.

This was some kind of waiting room with a gorgeous view of the city. There was even a couch and a few armchairs scattered in a circle to my left in an attempt to look welcoming, but it was just as sterile as the rest of this place.

Modern elegance, but it had no personality.

How had I missed all these details? Were their pheromones really that strong? I mean, my skin did feel flushed, and I was actually warm enough to take off my coat, but pheromones didn’t ever affect my recessive ass like this.

It was seriously concerning.

“Please come in,” Liam said, holding the door open for us with a small smile playing on his soft lips – a smile that didn’t look the least bit welcoming.

The alpha with the blue eyes wouldn’t stop staring at me, glancing down at his tablet only once before fixing me with an intense look that made me feel…hunted.

Both of these alphas were looking at me now, not Frankie.

Fuck, I needed to remember I wasn’t just an omega. I was a detective, and a damn good one at that. The way they smelled and sounded couldn’t affect me.

I forced myself to take a step forward, annoyed that my legs felt shaky.

Brushing my arm against Frankie’s as I walked, she fell into step beside me without hesitation. The tap-tap of the woman’s keys paused as she took in my appearance, and I tried to ignore it.

Most people stared at me for one reason or another, and you’d think I’d be used to it by now, but it really irked me when people thought I couldn’t do my job based on my feminine appearance, or my designation.

It shouldn’t fucking matter what clothes I was wearing or that I was an omega. I could do this job better than most veterans in the field, and with Frankie as my partner, there wasn’t a single murder we hadn’t been able to solve.

This one would be no different.

But the way Liam’s gaze ran over me almost made me falter. If Frankie’s familiar scent and warmth hadn’t been pressed against my side, I might have frozen all over again.

I really wished I’d dressed like an actual adult with a real adult job today instead of all these baggy clothes, even if they were the most comfortable.

The reason I’d even started dressing like this was because people only ever saw an omega in an alpha-dominated field the moment they found out I wasn’t a beta. Not that I tried to hide it, but most people just couldn’t tell.

Once they knew what I was, they always assumed I couldn’t rub two brain cells together, no matter what I wore, so what was the point in trying?

Except now, Liam Valor was studying the baggy grey jeans I wore with ripped holes in them to show off my black tights like he couldn’t believe I was the internet sleuth Lou Parker.

I really should have worn the suit today.

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