Page 16 of Foxy Filthy Omega

No one knew exactly what to expect with me now that I was the heir to the Lopez pack and my father showed zero signs of retiring.

We were all just playing it by ear.

The door opened again right as I was making a note about where all my omega cousins were and I looked up, watching in disbelief as Soren quietly dragged a large cardboard box into my office.

I wanted to ask him what the fuck he was doing, but that would be acknowledging his existence and I didn’t want to do that just yet.

Soren cleared his throat when he noticed I was watching him. “Ma’am.”

My eyebrows rose at the honorific. “James is fine.”

“Detective James.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to my notes. “Just call me James or I’ll start calling you Mr. Hart.”

A long pause almost made me look back over at him, but I kept my eyes locked on my computer screen.

Soren rested the large cardboard box against the wall. “Is there anything you need from me?”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at how clearly uncomfortable he was to be so familiar with me. “No, I don’t.”

“If there is, just let me know.”

He waited a few seconds and then nodded to himself when I didn’t respond before going back to whatever he was doing.

I pretended to work as I watched him open up the box and lay out the pieces of wood on the floor.

This asshole was building adesk.

Where had he even gotten it? I didn’t ask because it was none of my business, but I couldn’t help wondering how a rookie who knew jackshit about the inner workings of this company had figured out where the supply room was.

On top of that, he’d somehow gotten that ornery old bat in charge of supplies to give him a brand-new desk.

“I’ve received my ID number, Ms. James,” Soren told me, breaking the silence with his gentle voice.

I didn’t respond.

“They’ve also assigned me weapons. I’ll be able to get them in a few hours.”

He worked in silence for a while before saying, “Ms. James…once I’m done with this, I’ll be putting my computer together. Is there anything you need me to do before that?”

I stared at my screen so hard I didn’t even blink, wishing I didn’t like the way he talked so damn much.

Soren didn’t seem bothered by my lack of response or that I was acting like he didn’t exist. It seemed like he was expecting it actually.

Only one other person has ever been so unaffected by my bullshit and it definitely wasn’t Lucy.

That alone made me want to fire this guy on the spot, but I couldn’t do that when he’s done nothing other than freak me the fuck out.

I couldn’t put ‘reminds me of this psycho I used to know’ as a reason for letting him go without asking for a discrimination lawsuit. I may not be a lawyer but I was my father’s daughter – learning the law was a necessary part of my job.

How stupid would I look if I tried to catch someone for committing a crime that didn’t exist?

Soren finished building his desk and then left the office, leaving me with a brand-new piece of furniture in the center of the room.

Where the fuck was he planning to put it?

Barely a minute later he was back with another large box in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other. He placed that cup on my desk and then leaned down like he was going to whisper in my ear.

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