“What does that mean? Isn’t Marilyn just going to give this up now?” I ask.
“It means that when Marilyn next sets up a date for Levon, the three of us are going,” he says smugly. “I refuse to have to be the only one who is punished when I get absolutely nothing out of this.”
“Outside of watching me squirm alongside Levon?” I mutter.
“That’s just a bonus,” Coach says, clapping me on the shoulder. He’s broad shouldered, covered in corded muscles, and is stronger than he realizes. The man should come with a warning label. “Please stop fucking at work. Face or asshole, it’s still fucking.”
My face burns as I nod. No wonder the guys refuse to get on his bad side. The man is fucking evil. I’m going to take Levon home and edge him for making me endure this. I don’t even care that it’s not his fault.
He can beg and call me Daddy. My cock is very excited about that, and Coach Miles raises his brow at me.
“Let’s try not getting aroused at work too,” he chuckles.
“If Levon’s asshole hurts later, it’ll be your fault,” I grumble, hurrying off as his laughter bounces off the walls.
“Make sure his hip isn’t giving him trouble while you’re at it, Doc!” Coach yells after me. “Give the old man some assisted positions.”
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing. Levon is only thirty-two, and definitely doesn’t need any help in the bedroom. Now, knot training?
Yeah, that’s something I can get behind. I am a doctor, after all.
5
CAELIA
“This is really extensive,” I whisper, sitting in Dad’s office. It was easier to reconvene here while I was waiting for Friedrick to send me the run down of my duties and what I’d be expected to do. “Is a physical normal for all employees?”
“It was for me,” Dad says. “The job comes with full medical benefits, Cae. They want to know what they’re walking into.”
“I’m overwhelmed. I never expected I’d get the same kind of benefits that you do,” I explain. “It says I’ll have to take a drug test, which isn’t a big deal.”
“I would hope not,” he grumbles, making me suppress a grin. He doesn’t need to know about Addie’s pot brownies. It’s been over a year since we’ve had any, so I know the drug test won’t pick it up either.
I’m in the clear there.
“I know. I don’t have an issue with taking the drug test,” I shrug. “I’m still nervous about my fight or flight instincts, but I really like the new toys I’ll be able to play with.”
“Shiny toys apparently work for twenty-four year old omegas too,” he snorts, leaning back in the chair across from me. “We have an intern starting soon too. I’m going to check on him and see if I can turn the kid into your shadow during games.”
“That’s not very nice,” I chuckle. “I doubt that’s what he’s signing up to intern for.”
“No, but it’ll mean he gets front row seats to the hockey games. I think it’s a favorable trade off,” he says.
“Mmhmm. Sure, Dad. I’m surprised you’re going to agree to a male being anywhere near me,” I say.
“I didn’t say that. I said I was going to check him out first,” Dad reminds me.
“The fear of the great Curtis Freedman?” I tease him.
He snorts as I go through the information Friedrick sent to Dad’s email since he didn’t ask for mine. It was efficient.
“There’s nothing I can decline outside of my own issues,” I finally admit. “This is a really great job proposal.”
“So give it a try and see what you think,” Dad suggests.
“Is there a dress code?” I ask suddenly.
“Not that I’m aware of,” he says. “Keep your bits covered is probably the only thing they’ll ask.”
