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I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “I have a delivery for you, and… you have outbound with ShipUS?”
He nodded as if he’d just realized I was there for a delivery. “Oh… oh yes. Let me grab them.”
He accepted the box from me, seemingly indifferent to its weight. He set it aside and grabbed several small boxes and bubble mailers. “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” I replied as I scanned them. “Do you always want me to come to the door, or do you want to designate a spot outside for me to pick up?”
He sighed. “I had porch pirates at my last place, so I’m more comfortable handing packages to you directly.”
I nodded. “Understood.”
He gave me a soft smile. “You’ll probably be here a lot over the next couple months. It’ll slow a bit after the new year, but fall is my busy season.”
I grinned and met his gaze. “Does that mean I’ll get to see more of you?”
His eyes widened, the expression magnified by his glasses. “I… uhh…”
He floundered for a few seconds before I forced a laugh, “Just teasing. I’ll make a note to always ask directly for pickups so that any substitute drivers know.”
“T-thank you,” he stammered.
“You’re welcome,” I replied with a nod. I shifted to secure his outbound parcels. “Have a nice afternoon.”
“You too.”
I returned to my truck, put his packages with my other pickups, then climbed back into the driver’s seat. I squirmed uncomfortably for a moment before realizing that I was hard as a rock.
Sure, I flirted with plenty of cute omegas on my route, but my cock normally understood that it was all just for fun.
I grumbled, adjusted myself, and set off for my next stop.
Chapter 6 - Ollie
Iclosed the door behind the ShipUS driver, turned, and leaned against it. A shuddering breath escaped as I tried to get my racing heart under control.
“What was that?” I asked myself as the truck drove off.
I shivered, and, when I moved to grab a jacket, saw gooseflesh covering my arms.
I closed my eyes, counted to three, then strode to the kitchen. I downed a glass of water and removed my glasses so that I could pinch the bridge of my nose. However, even after several seconds of massaging that place between my eyes, I still felt disjointed.
And why was I rocking a semi?
I took a deep breath, put back on my glasses, and returned to my office. I didn’t have time to waste on figuring it out. Proofs were waiting for my approval, and if I didn’t finalize the orders, there would be no way I could get things out before Christmas.
Hell, I was already cutting it far too close for comfort. Any other year, I’d have been in the middle of inspecting products and separating out any misprints or items damaged in shipping.
I plopped onto my office chair and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
“Love ya, Aunt Janice,” I grumbled. “But couldn’t you have waited until after the new year to give me this house?”
I sighed. I couldn’t put all the blame on her. I could have gone month-to-month in my apartment once my lease ended and kept working out of the second bedroom. But something within had insisted I move as soon as the paperwork was complete.
I sat up and picked up a sticky-note pad, then opened the PDF of the file on my computer. I compared where the art was placed and how the colors printed.
Satisfied with the print itself, I turned the pad over and noted the name brand on the back. Finally, I selected a few random spots in the pad to check the stickiness of the notes. They pulled cleanly, unlike off-brands that sometimes had weird glue.
Honestly, it was all expected. I’d worked with that printer for years and had never had issues. But it was good business to check anyway.
