Page 17 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
He has to be joking, right?
I'm not going to blindfold myself for a strange Alpha in a deserted classroom in the middle of the night!
Screw this.
I spin on my heels and take two strides towards the door when it hits me.
A strong and masculine scent, cutting through the floral balm in the air and teasing my nose.
He's here.
I curse under my breath.
If he's here, then he'll see me give up and leave. He'll win, and worse, he'll know he's won.
I refuse to admit I'm afraid.
Giving up isn't an option.
Besides, despite my misgivings about the courtship, I feel a connection to him in a way I've never experienced before. Sure, he's asked me to put myself in a vulnerable situation, but he knows I can't resist the call of a challenge.
Sly fucker has me figured out.
I look down at the silken scarf in my hands, its buttery fabric melting into my fingers.
If I want to know what his motives for the courtship are, I have to go down this road.
Glancing back at the chair, sitting solitarily with long shadows cast behind the legs, I decide.
Sighing heavily, I return to the chair.
If this is how he wants to meet, then I'll play along for now. I need to meet him so I know what I'm up against. This is a fact-finding mission, not submission.
I slowly lower myself into the seat.
Pursing my lips, I breathe heavily through my nose, trying to steady my thoughts. Everything inside me is screaming not to blind myself, but my determination not to give up cuts through the noise.
Worst case scenario, I scream bloody murder and the Beta handlers will come running.
Pressing the cool fabric to my eyes, I reach behind my head and tie it in a loose, neat bow.
With the darkness of the room and the silken blindfold, I am completely blind.
I've never felt so vulnerable before, sitting alone in the semi-darkness. The chill from the stone flooring slowly creeps up my legs and causes my lightly sweaty skin to prickle uncomfortably.
I move my hands from folded in my lap to clutch the sides of the chair, and then back into my lap again. I wring my hands, wiping them down on my skirt.
He's here, but he's making me wait.
Asshole.
I refuse to be the one to break the silence.
The longer I wait, the more awareness I have of my surroundings. The echo of the room when I scuff my feet along the floor makes me feel like I'm in a cavernous lair, rather than an abandoned classroom.
I lick my lips as they rapidly dry out, and try desperately not to let my mind wander. If I let it wander for too long, I know I'll back out. Alvez bravery be damned. I will rip the blindfold off and bolt back to my dorm as fast as I can.
Just when I'm close to breaking, I hear it.
