Page 25 of Omega's Tempting Fate
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ll try…”
“That’s enough for now.”
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I grimaced at the sheen of the scent-blocking strip under my nose. I’d never had to wear one before, and, of course, I didn’t have a favorite brand because of it. I’d ended up just grabbing the strongest one for a reasonable price.
Maybe they were all like that, and I had no basis for comparison.
Unfortunately my discomfort didn’t stop with the under-nose strip. I had a bulky scent-absorbing patch stuck to the inside of my underwear, and the deodorant felt slimy under my arms.
I just had to hope that it all worked once Wes arrived, otherwise that was a lot of wasted money.
I headed back to my desk and took a breath. He was scheduled to come in at one-thirty, which was only a few minutes away.
You can do this. He’s just another vendor we’re working with.
The office door opened, and, despite the blockers, my entire body was suddenly on alert. He was there—Wes—my alpha.
I scooted up to the desk as much as possible in an attempt to hide my erection. He didn’t need to see that, not if I was going to eventually convince him to go back to his home and leave me alone.
His eyes locked with mine, and he gave me a shy smile before walking over.
I shivered slightly, and for once I doubted that it was from the constant chill in the office.
Wes was damn good looking. I couldn’t deny that, and his smile did things to me. I wanted to see it more often, to have it directed at me.
Stop it!I scolded myself.
He took a seat in the same chair Donna had sat in that morning, and I noticed the sheen of a scent strip under his nose as well.
Somehow that made me feel both better and worse. The logical part of me appreciated the effort, but my omega side wanted to watch his nostrils flare as he caught whiffs of my scent. Then he shifted on the chair, and the bulge of an erection was evident as his pants tightened for a second.
I clenched my asscheeks, simultaneously wanting to feel it inside me, and appreciating that he was struggling too.
We studied each other for a few seconds, then Wes spoke first.
“I want to apologize.”
I blinked several times in confusion. “Huh?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, and that it’s my fault. I offended you during our call. So I’d like to apologize. I never meant to upset you.”
It was unexpected, and it made me feel guilty. Was it really all his fault? Of course not, I’d been short-tempered already.
“It… it’s ok. You don’t need to apologize.”
“I do though. I think things might have gone better last week if you hadn’t already been mad at me.”
I bit my lip and focused on my desk for a couple seconds. “It’s not that… I mean… being mad didn’t help but…”
I couldn’t say it. How could I tell him that I was terrified of having a fated mate?
The silence dragged on, until he cleared his throat.
“Shall we investigate the calendar problem first, since that seems to be the most critical?”
I looked up at him, smiled softly, and nodded. “Yeah.”
