Page 54 of The Beta's Bargain

I found myself deeply interested in his conversation, and every time I went to leave or search for Dylan, I'd be drawn back into a conversation that made me forget time was passing.

It was fun. It was nice. New. Just thinking about it leaves a smile on my face. Just thinking about him leaves me with a strange fluttering feeling in my chest.

But this morning is this morning, and I do not know what today will bring. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to open the door and make myself leave.

I inhale and then force myself to step out into the danger zone. I can hear people talking and follow the sound. My gaze is drawn straight to Falcon. Who is…he is…holy shit, I think he’s actually a god.

He turns his head and spots me, his frown crinkling in confusion. I can’t look away from all the golden muscles, though, and the way those sweat pants sit on his hips. Where are the rest of his clothes? Where is the suit? The stiff shirts? Those shiny shoes?

Falcon crooks a finger at me. I couldn’t resist if I wanted to. I stumble over to him and stop, dropping my eyes to stare at his toes so I don’t start drooling over his washboard abs.

“You’re with me this morning, little one.”

I jerk my gaze to his. “What?”

“Dylan and Silas need to go out and handle some pack business, so it’s you and me.”

“Oh, I can go and help-”

He lifts a hand and presses a finger to my lips. “I need you.”

Oh, man, that is so unfair. My resistance is swept aside. My hands are clammy, and there is a voice inside my head screaming for help not to embarrass myself.

“Okay. So, paperwork or research?” I ask helpfully.

He studies me with a perplexed little frown. “Interesting.”

“What is?”

“The fact that you don’t seem to see yourself as a woman. Just a worker.”

I almost trip over my feet.

He sits on the couch and hooks his arms over the back of it. “What if I said I haven’t been able to stop watching you? What if I confessed that I touch myself while thinking of you?”

My cheeks burn, and I can’t look at him. “I'd say that it’s not fair to tease me, Alpha Treyfield.”

He sits forward. “I’m not teasing.”

I force myself to look at his face and freeze, captivated by the animation and interest I see staring back at me, and then he blinks, and it’s all gone.

“Come. I do have some work to attend to, and your eyes would be appreciated.”

I follow him into his office and wander around, taking it in. It’s huge, with one glass wall that is black. The window is from floor to ceiling, and the other two have bookcases and shelves.

The desk in the middle of the room is a huge black monstrosity with a laptop in the middle, and that’s all. It’s stark and minimalist and everything I didn’t think Falcon would have in a study. And what is the purpose of that black glass wall?

“Come and sit.” Falcon points to a chair beside him and takes a seat in a huge computer chair.

“We’ve talked with Hazel, and she’s got several ideas for rooms to talk. She also thinks some more recreational activities might aid things.”

The way he says those words causes my brain to short-circuit.

“What kind of things?” I clear my throat and focus on the email.

“Private walks in the woods to look at different species of plants. Bird-watching. Stargazing.”

I cough and nod. “That all sounds good and plausible. There’s a woman named Moira who knows a fair bit about plants, and a young man named James who knows stars.”

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