Smith’s hoodie and sleep pants are on my bed, but it’s not enough. I’m sure he’s sleeping, he fell asleep after my hair stylist left the apartment earlier. I crack the door to his bedroom. He’s lying on his back with his forearm covering his eyes. Smith’s chest rises and falls with each deep breath.
What if I just crawled into his bed? Maybe he just wouldn’t notice. His scent is all consuming in this room and I can feel the calming effects rippling through my body.
My heat is getting closer and the clock is ticking down on making this happen. I don’t know what I need to do to break this man, shy of climbing on top of him and taking his bearded face in my hands and planting kisses all over his face. That might not even work.
I sigh, he’s made himself clear, even if he is being an idiot. I grab the quilt at the end of the bed instead and tuck it under my arm. It smells like him, but it doesn’t compare to actually lying in the same bed as him.
Defeated, I bring the quilt into my bed and place it methodically with Smith’s other clothing items and my favorite blankets. Once my bed looks comfortable and smells like Smith, I finally feel like I can sleep. I crawl into my small, little, lonely nest. I don’t sleep well as I’m plagued with how the interviews are going to go tomorrow, and the one man I know who will take care of me doesn’t seem willing to make that step.
Chapter 16
IfuckinghateHeatHaven.
I hate the decor, the way it smells. I especially hate Tim the moderator. Who does this guy think he is? Patti Stanger? The way he is coaching her to talk to these Alphas during this interview is pissing me off. One look at Cami and these Alphas should know they aren’t good enough for her.No one is.
Plus, he was very against me being present for the interviews. Stating that it might make her potential suitors feel ‘uncomfortable.’ Which is exactly the vibe I’m going for. They need to realize that if they act out of line, I will find them and kick their ass.
I couldn’t even eat breakfast this morning; I feel so sick to my stomach. I just know when any of these douchebags sit across the table from Cami, all I’ll be able to picture is them fucking her. Meanwhile, I’ll be sitting on her couch eating Cheetos, wishing I was the one taking care of her. But I’m too fucking stubborn and insecure to make that move.
With reluctance, I sit down in the corner behind Cami.
“Ms. Jenson. I’m going to bring the first Alpha in. I will be right behind that glass panel. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or would like the interview to end, there is a switch under the table. Flick it, and it will alert me to remove the Alpha from the room.” He places an iPad in front of Cami. “This was your favorite scent. His name is Brody. You can ask him any questions you would like—really nothing is off limits. He can also leave the interview or not answer questions if he is uncomfortable.”
Tim leaves the room, and I really wish I could have reached out my foot and tripped the bastard. Cami lets out a sigh, and I wonder how she’s feeling. After my shitty mood yesterday, she spent the rest of the evening ignoring me in her room. I really don’t blame her. I’ve been a sulky asshole.
The door opens and fuck, he’s good looking. He’s over six feet, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and his arms are covered in colorful tattoos.
“Hi, I’m Brody,” he says, holding out his hand. Cami’s small hand shakes it and she smiles.
“I’m Cami,” she says.
“You’re stunning,” he replies, and I roll my eyes.
“Thank you,” Cami says as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She holds the iPad in her hands and reads some of his file. “So, you’re a firefighter?”Double fuck.He’s pretty, and he saves kittens from trees? I hate this guy.
“Yes, I guess this is probably a little too much information, but my family owns about fifty tile plants throughout the United States. With money not being an issue, I could follow my passion.” What a sly way to say I’m rich, hot, and successful.Dickhead.
“Oh, wow, that’s incredible. So I see here that you currently don’t have a pack, but you are open to one?” she asks, and I wonder if she doesn’t care that he isn’t bothering to ask her any questions. I stay silent, though. The last thing I want is to get kicked out of here.
“Yes, I’m open if it feels right. I’m only twenty-three, so I don’t have the overwhelming urge to bond or anything like that right now. If I found the right person, I might change my mind.” He smiles at her, and it reads fake as hell to me. Like he’s willing to tell her whatever she wants to hear to get what he wants.
“I see, that makes sense. It says here that you haven’t been with an Omega in heat before?” she asks.
“No, I haven’t, but I’ve been told I have a very caring personality, so I’m sure it will come naturally to me.” I can’t help it when I let out a little laugh. I cover my mouth with my hand and try to stop anything else from coming out.
“Who is that?” he asks Cami. He’s looked at me a few times, but hasn’t brought up my presence.
“He is my security personnel. He might be present at times during my heat. Does that make you uncomfortable?” Well, that last bit is new information to me.
“Will he be a part of your heat?” he asks her, and no lie—my heart stops. That’s all I want, but the clock has run down, and I’ve fucked this all up.
“No,” she replies simply, and I think I can hear longing in her voice.
“Then, no, that shouldn’t be a problem for me. How many Alphas do you think you would like to take part in your heat?” Finally, the simpleton asks her a question, though not one about herself.
“Either two or three would be ideal for me.”
“Men only?” he asks.
