Carrying the box upstairs, I set it on my bed and contemplate rubbing another one off before eating. I should definitely change sweats, maybe don a pair of boxers to keep from covering the whole house with my perfume and walking around with slick soaked pants.
For now, I decide my boner can wait until after I’ve put something in my belly. But I do change into special omega boxers and a clean pair of sweats.
I wonder if Amy noticed the cloud of perfume when I’d caught sight of the gift from Desmond. Hopefully, she hadn’t noticed my wet sweats before she’d darted off.
Kind of feel bad for embarrassing her, though that wasn’t my fault. Des probably should have warned one of us before I opened the box in front of anyone.
As I turn to leave the room, I notice a sheet of yellow paper from one of those legal pads sitting on my nightstand.
Lifting it, I smile as I read the beautifully written words. Seriously, Des has such pretty handwriting.
Good morning, Hudson,
We checked on you when we got home last night. Sorry we were so late. You felt warm, so I ordered some heat aids. They’ll be delivered some time today. I’ll alert the guards and Amy of an incoming delivery.
We’re going to try our best to get home earlier tonight – I really want to spend more time with you.
Desmond
Well,he warned me. I just hadn’t seen it before leaving my room. Poor Amy.
With a soft huff of a chuckle, I set the note back down and hurry from my room. My stomach is starting to grumble at an embarrassing level.
A smile is still plastered on my face as I jog down the stairs and follow the smell of pancakes.
Amy is doing anything she can to avoid eye contact as she sets a platter with a stack of pancakes on the table, then carries over a plate, fork, and a steaming mug of coffee.
“Will you eat with me?”
It’s a little later in the morning, so she might have already had breakfast, but I really don’t like to be alone. Which, of course, makes it all that much weirder that I’ve been so reluctant to join a pack.
It’s also why I hang out with Ella so much or go on so many dates.
“I already ate,” she says with a forced smile, but she’s still avoiding looking at me.
“Please don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. Um, unless the whole omega thing is…you know.”
She finally looks at me. “Is what?” Her dark blonde brows are pinched together.
“I know some betas think it’s all a little messy and gross or whatever.” I wave my hand as though it wouldn’t bother me if she felt that way, but yesterday felt as though we’d bonded a little.
I really don’t want her to see me as gross.
“Excuse me?” Her frown has deepened now as she turns fully to face me and looks dead in my eyes. “Who said that to you? Did you tell the alphas someone insulted you?”
I’m really glad I haven’t succeeded in putting the piece of pancake on my fork in my mouth because I might have choked on it with the way she’s surprised a laugh out of me.
“No one said it to me recently. And it’s not exactly a secret a lot of betas don’t fully understand the whole biology thing or that we literally have zero control over our hormones. And no, I didn’t tell the alphas anything.” Because there’s nothing to tell and I haven’t seen them since Sunday night.
“Well, they’re uneducated morons. No. There is absolutely nothing gross about being an omega, going into heat, any of it. I just, um…” She lowers her voice to a whisper as though there’s anyone else in the house to overhear her. “I’ve never seen a knot in real life. Not even the fake kind.”
Dropping my fork on the plate with a clatter, I slap my hand to my chest and widen my eyes in shock. “How the hell have you not at least seen a silicone knot? Please tell me you’ve been to a sex shop.”
Her cheeks go from a pretty pink to almost scarlet.
“Holy shit, Amy. We are so going to one after this cycle. We’ve got to widen your horizons, sister.”
I almost spout something about widening her holes like I would when teasing Ella, but she’s obviously not comfortable with overt sexuality.
