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“Sleep on that idea, princess. Let me know what you think of it tomorrow.”

She’d either take me up on it, or fire me. Either way, it was probably best that she gave the idea some thought first. I didn’t want her having regrets.

To be completely honest, Inika Dara was a wealthy omega from a powerful family, and she absolutely had the ability to ruin my life. Getting involved with her at all was foolish on my part, but apparently my dick was in the driver’s seat and wouldn’t be convinced otherwise.

Inika nodded, looking suddenly sheepish. “I don’t usually… you know. That was very out of character for me.”

“Likewise,” I assured her. “I’ve never crossed that line with a client before.”

“I’m guessing most of your clients aren’t unmated omegas,” Inika said wryly.

“No, they’re not.”

Some of the tension eased from my shoulders that at least we were on the same page. That was all this was. An unmated alpha and an unmated omega with surprisingly compatible kinks getting carried away in the heat of the moment. It happened. We were horny beings by nature. It didn’t have to be a disaster.

“Message me tomorrow,” I reiterated, taking a step back. “When you’ve had time to think. Until then, Inika.”

“Until then, Blake,” she repeated faintly.

The lingering scent of her perfume haunted me the entire drive home.

Chapter 5

INIKA

Iwoke up panting, my silk pyjama shorts sticking to my thighs with slick, and groaned as I threw off the assortment of bedding that made up my nest.

My heat was a few weeks away, but that was in no way to blame for my current situation.

No. The current mess between my thighs was pure Blake.

I’d had plenty of incredible sexual encounters in my time. Actual sex even, not just masturbating in a dusty hallway. And yet, this was the first time I’d ever woken up in my nest so horny I was about to die just dreaming about it.

Sleep on that idea, princess.

Blake had made it sound like the ball was completely in my court as to whether we did anything further—which was very respectful of him—but what if he’d changed his mind? Blake may have enjoyed himself in the heat of the moment, but there was a real possibility that he’d filed a complaint about my irresponsible use of omega perfume the moment his sexual haze had worn off.

I was going to be highly annoyed with myself if I’d scared off one of the most in-demand tradesmen in London because my vagina was incapable of behaving in his presence. Especially if I scared him off before I even got to sleep with him. I suspected he would provide a plethora of memories that would get me through any lonely nights in my nest.

Sleep on that idea, princess.

The decision was simple on my part, but I was oddly unconfident that he would feel the same way. It was an uncertainty that I was unaccustomed to experiencing.

I was no breathtaking beauty in the grand scheme of things, but alphas usually lined up for me anyway. And why wouldn’t they? Mating me would materially change their lives. Rejection was not an obstacle I had particularly encountered in my romantic life.

The sheets tangled in my legs as I wriggled up the bed, fumbling around on the bedside table for my phone. Clutching it close, I burrowed back into my blankets, pulling them over my head until I was properly surrounded by the comfort of my nest again.

Inika: I’ve slept on it.

I startled as my phone lit up almost instantly in response. Had he been waiting for my message? Blake didn’t strike me as the type to be glued to his device.

Blake: And?

My stomach fluttered. The way he spoke to me was so curt. And yet he seemed intently interested in me, and it was the contrast between the two, the fine line he was straddling, that seemed to do it for me.

Or perhaps it was just the novelty of it all?

I probably shouldn’t examine it too closely, or I’d talk myself out of a good time.

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