Titan shrugged. “They don’t know me. They only know me through my videos—what theythinkI’m like. But they don’t know that I’ve been tweaking these videos; my goal was to make them appeal to as many people as possible. They were created to sell a fantasy. And my buns.”
Mathlin snickered. “Are you pimping out your buns?”
“I’ve sold some with the help of these videos, yes.” Titan grinned. “But you know more about me from the few hours you’ve spent here, than my viewers do from the tens of videos I’ve posted. I don’t talk in them.”
“Huh. So what you’re saying is, you need to meet an omega in person. Someone who doesn’t know who you are. And you’ll show them your dick pics first.”
Titan blinked. “Maybe,” he said slowly. “I’ve been thinking. Right now, with my arms out of service, what Icanfocus on is the cream production. With you around, my output doubles. I can sell more of that.”
Mathlin’s heart leaped. “That’s good. Your cock feels very nice in my hands.”
Then he groaned, thumping his head against Titan’s shoulder.
“I appreciate you sharing that,” Titan said with a roguish smile. “It would be terrible if you hated the feeling of my cock in your hands.”
Mathlin grew warm inside. As long as he didn’t tell Titan justhow muchhe liked that feeling...
“It made me come,” Mathlin blurted.
Why oh why is my mouth so terrible?!
He winced, hunching to hide his face. “Pretend I didn’t say that too!”
“I heard you come,” Titan said quietly. “That’s hard to forget.”
Mathlin’s entire headburned.
Before he could put his foot back into his mouth, a squawk came from elsewhere in the building.
“My hair is on fire,” Hamilton cried.
6
A DISAPPEARING ACT
Titan watchedas Mathlin’s eyes almost fell out of his head.
The omega scrambled off his lap, tearing out of Titan’s office.
Did Mathlin know what was going on?
Titan shuffled off the couch, following Mathlin to the storefront. But only Hamilton was there.
“My perfectly coiffed updo,” Hamilton wailed, smacking at his smoking hair. “It has a hole in it now!”
“How did it happen?” Titan asked, baffled. “You’re not even in the kitchen.”
“Fuck if I know. One moment, I was crouched on the floor—Jannie threw my pen under the display case. The next moment, my hair’s on fire. And the kid justlaughedat me.”
Where had the fire come from? Jannie? Titan looked around, then reached out with his hearing when he realized that Mathlin and his daughter were no longer in the building.
No footsteps.
No, there were footsteps. Just that they were quiet, almost silent. Titan hadn’t noticed it before, but Mathlin moved with grace. And silence.
He tracked Mathlin’s movements with his ears. “Get a wet rag. I’d do it, but my arms—”
Hamilton stuck his head under a faucet—only for the faucet to sink its teeth into his hair. “Nooo! Not my hair!”
