“I would be open to either,” she replies, and that is new information to me.
Brody scratches his bare chin and nods. “That shouldn’t be a problem.” Like her preferences are such a fucking burden to poor Brody, the self-centered firefighter.
“Do you have any other questions for me?” Cami asks, and I feel like she is cutting this short.
“No questions. Just want you to know I think you’re beautiful, and I would make this experience a good one for you,” he says, shaking her hand again with a smile, before he leaves the room.
As soon as the door shuts, Cami spins around in her chair and glares at me.
“What is your problem?”
“He was a huge douchebag.”
“And, that’s for me to decide. Stay quiet or I will make you sit in the lobby.”
“Fine,” I say and cross my arms across my chest, making my arms look bigger than they actually are. I can’t decide if I want the next guy to be better or worse.
Tim opens the door and walks into the small conference room. “So, what did you think about Brody?”
“He’s handsome and smells nice,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders.
“Sometimes that’s all you need from an Alpha,” he replies and looks at me. Have I mentioned that I hate Tim? “Next up we have Efrem. He is thirty and works in finance. He has the woody-like scent that you enjoyed.”
My stomach sinks a little when I think about my scent and the fact that this guy also has notes of sandalwood.
Cami swipes through the iPad as Tim leaves. Shortly after, a ridiculously handsome black man enters the room. Do they actually get these men from a modeling agency and lie about their profession? He’s bald and probably six foot two. His build is lean, but muscular. He’s wearing an expensive suit and his smile is bright and welcoming. Great, just fucking great. I don’t think he’s going to be a douche.
“Hello, I’m Efrem,” he says, shaking Cami’s hand.
“I’m Cami. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me,” she says.
“The pleasure is mine. Thank you for considering me. What made you want to join Heat Haven?” Great, he asks her questions too.
“Previously, I went through my heats with some close friends and that just didn’t work out. How about yourself?”
“Ideally I would like to meet an Omega, but in the meantime I’m able to provide relief for Omegas in need. Not that I don’t get pleasure out of it as well.” They both laugh, and I want to yeet myself out of the window. “I know I could do right by an Omega, and now that I’m comfortable in my career, this felt like the right time. What about you, Cami? Are you looking for anything beyond your heats?”
“I’m open, but it has been hard to find people you trust.”
You trust me.Am I breaking that trust by not giving her answers about my past or working through my issues to be with her?
“That’s completely understandable. I’m going into this with open eyes and understand that if this is just for your heat, it’s just that. If, after your heat, there is a deeper connection, I would be open to exploring it.”
He gives her a smile, and I want to hate this guy so much, but he is treating her how I should. He’s being honest and vulnerable.
Cami nods and clears her throat. “It says in your file that you are into spit play. Can you go into further detail about that?”
Efrem shifts in his chair and looks over at me. What is with these guys just acting like I’m invisible?
He clears his throat and laces his fingers on top of the table. “Well, it’s not something I need. I just like it. Not in your face, or being derogatory. More so in your mouth, or maybe spitting your own slick in your mouth.”
Cami shifts in her chair, and I can smell her scent. Fuck, he’s turning her on. I want to throw her over my shoulder and toss her into her dream fairy nest and fuck her senseless. Show her how much I want her, how much I crave her. I should steal Efrems idea and spit in her mouth, claim her as mine.
“I think I could be into something like that, actually,” she replies, and my dick hardens.
The image of spitting her own slick in her mouth and watching her swallow passes through my mind. It’s quickly replaced by Efrem doing it, and it makes my dick go limp immediately.
“Is there anything else that you would really be into?” he asks her. I can’t scent him with his distance, thank fuck, but I can tell their train of talking is turning him on. Watching them flirt with each other makes my chest hurt. My heart is being ripped into shreds and I have no one to thank but myself. What if I can look past all this? What if I can really share her?
