Page 43 of Dubious Match
“Hello?”she asks. While we have her number, she doesn’t have ours. Well, outside of Brice. I need to make sure that changes soon so we can start texting her throughout the day.
I’m typically the one with limitless patience outside of my road rage, but the longer I go without seeing Hollis, the worseI get. I’m snarling at my employees, feel like I’m dealing with heartburn, and I’m a fucking mess.
“Hello yourself,” I say easily, hiding my earlier agitation. Fuck, just hearing her calm voice is helping.
I’m in so much trouble. The scent match pull is more powerful than I ever thought possible.
“How is your day looking? Do you think that you’ll have time for dinner at our place tonight?” I ask.
Fuck, are my palms actually sweating? I haven’t really flirted with someone new since I met the guys. I think I’m broken. I can be charming, funny, and all, but I’ve never been remotely interested until now.
“That was exceptionally nice,”Hollis muses.
“I assure you that I am the nice one,” I say. “My pack may have lost its mind when we met. It’s not even the invite, it’s more how we’ve felt about dating in the past. Let’s just say that there’s a lot of pressure for us to find a female omega by our parents.”
“Oh,”she says hollowly. Dammit did I fuck this up already?
“I am in no way insinuating that we are looking to have children,” I say hurriedly. “I just wanted to explain why we’re a bit sensitive on the subject. My pack isn’t going to pressure you one way or the other. We of all people know how exhausting and frustrating that is.”
Hollis takes a deep breath while I hold mine, hoping that she understands what I’m saying. Ugh, how did I stick my foot in my mouth so badly?
“I’m just getting used to the idea of having scent matches,”she explains. “I was honestly a confirmed bachelorette. I had no plans to ever find a pack.”
“Did you have a bad experience with someone?” I ask. The thought of anyone hurting her makes me irrationally angry. I don’t care if she has had past relationships, it’s someone making her swear off all alphas or packs that makes me murderous.
“Me? Not at all. I don’t have any experience to speak of. Most people don’t get it, but I’ve always been more comfortable as the matchmaker. Anyway, I’m finally feeling really good about the Forever Yours event and my workload so I’m free,”she says. “What time is dinner and where?”
I bite my tongue hard and focus on the fact that she is saying yes to dinner. Just because we’re scent matches doesn’t mean she owes us anything.
“How is six at our house?” I ask. “I’ll send you the address and we'll cook for you.”
“That sounds nice,”she says. “I’ll see you then. It was…really great to hear from you.”
My heart flips over at her words, and I swallow hard.
“See you then. I like the sound of your voice. Bye, Hollis.”
I feel like a tool, but I really do enjoy talking to her. Ugh, she makes me feel off balance, but at least I don’t feel like such an ogre. Standing, I toss my phone on the desk and decide to walk around the office.
I still have some energy to work off before I see her or I’m going to smell her sweet scent and come in my pants. Rolling my eyes at myself, I stalk through the expanse of the floor, noticing that employees make themselves scarce when they see me. While I feel bad for being a growly asshole, I know what I need to change so that I can go back to being the CEO that they know and appreciate.
I need more time with Hollis.
Finding Remy is in his office stretching, his shirt pushed up his tattooed arms, I smirk as I change course toward his office.
“You look like trouble,” he murmurs, seeing me. His full lips are curled up, but all I can imagine is how well his mouth will look full of cock. I think I need to do the face fucking today.
“I think I’m looking to make some,” I purr.
Remy groans softly as my alpha pheromones hit him hard. I know that it smells like bourbon and butterscotch, the sweetness helping the alcohol go down. It’s one of the reasons that my pack insists on keeping a bourbon that basically smells and tastes like me at the house.
“Get in here and hit the blinds,” he growls.
Smirking, I do exactly that and lock the door behind me.
“You look like you’re in a better mood,” he notices, watching as I stalk around the desk and begin unbuttoning my pants.
“I called Hollis,” I confess, pulling out my cock. There’s a piercing through my crown, and it’s already leaking precum as I begin to stroke it. “We’re going to have a guest for dinner tonight.”
