"So Mrs. Foreman, can you tell me everything you know about your husband? His hobbies, who he hangs out with, anything odd or unusual, your finances, any suspicions you have, any affairs." I normally wasn't so blunt, however Mrs. Foreman had gotten on my nerves, especially after she played around with Ryan's hair. I couldn't believe how angry that made me to see her running her hands through Ryan's hair when I hadn't even had the chance to yet. He wasn't my omega- he wasn't my anything, except a paralegal in my team- but I still felt possessive over him. I couldn't seem to get it through my thick head that I could absolutely not mess around with an employee, let alone a subordinate.
"I don't have any hard proof, that's what I've hired you for, but I am positive he has some offshore holdings. Plus, I'm pretty sure there have been a series of omegas. Again, no proof but you know, I have a woman's intuition." Did woman's intuition still count if the woman was actually an omega in drag? Who knew? I guess I could ask Ryan if he has any omega -intuition about things. That would be an interesting conversation.
"I'd like you to write down everything you know and I'll get right on it."
She opened her mouth and I had a suspicion she was going to say something about how she'd love to get on it.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to run an errand. I'll be right back." I had no errand but I had to get away from her. I had a headache now. It was probably the perfume overdose surrounding her like a cloud.
She nodded and pulled the legal pad towards her.
Several steps away from my office, I was already feeling better. It might have been stupid to leave her in my office alone but I had everything locked up. She would only be able to open my middle drawer filled with pens and legal pads. If she left me a love note or a condom with her phone number, I'd throw it away with all the other things people had left me.
I walked in to the men's restroom and paused. Ryan was looking in the mirror touching his hair. I had to give it to Mrs. Foreman, she knew what the hell she was doing. He was gorgeous before but now, he was impossible to resist. I continued walking, not looking at Ryan, and went into a stall. I hoped Ryan left quickly. He tried my resolve not to go after him every time I saw him, but I especially had to restrain myself now that he was in my section.
I caught Ryan's eyes in the mirror as I exited the stall. I saw the flush rise on his cheeks. I walked up to the sink next to him and he quickly walked out the bathroom door. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized why he had run off so fast. I looked like I wanted to eat him alive. I did of course, but it probably wasn't smart for me to show that at work. My poker face was cracking. I hoped I hadn't scared him away. I hadn't wanted him in my section in the first place, but now that he was here, I didn't want him anywhere else. I wanted to see him every day. I wanted to make sure people were leaving him alone, especially other alphas.
I opened the doors to my section and reviewed my paralegals. Amy was busy but Luke looked like he had just scooted back from Ryan's desk. I narrowed my eyes at him. Luke noticed me, blanched and quickly focused on his work. What the hell had happened to my poker face? I should have looked fine except for slightly narrowed eyes. If I had lost my ability to have a poker face, there was no way I could even glance at Ryan anymore or everyone would see desire written all over my face.
I needed to get it through my thick alpha head that I couldn't date Ryan. The firm had strict rules about coworker dating, especially subordinate dating. Not only that, but I didn't want to fuck up his life by being a shitty partner and horrible dad. He was the kind of omega that deserved an alpha that would always be there for him, someone that could do a long-term relationship. I ran my hands through my hair, calming myself down. I wouldnotfuck up Ryan's life. This mantra was going to get repeated until it got through my head.Bothheads.