We said our goodbyes and I ended the call so I could focus on the road. I don’t know what it was about my brother, but he always made me feel like I was inadequate, even though he was the evil twin and I was the good one.
Maybe he was right to some degree. Maybe I did need to loosen up a little and have more fun. Tina had said something similar that afternoon. It wasn’t like I was against the idea of fun. And yeah, there had been a few times when I’d caught myselfwondering, with all the giddy, naughty feelings that went with it, what would happen if I did seek out some thrills for my heat.
But no, I wasn’t Lucas and I never would be.
I reached the coordinates Lucas had sent only to discover a trailer parked at the edge of a gravel parking lot. Someone was just backing a car out of the spot next to the one I pulled into. Instead of turning toward the highway, once they were out of the lot, they turned to drive up the mountain to Kincade Slopes. Lucky devil.
Because Lucas had told me I had to, I waited three minutes until my watch said eight on the nose, then got out of the car, locking it behind me, even though we were in the middle of the woods without another soul in sight, and headed to the wooden steps leading up to the trailer’s door.
“Hello?” I walked into what looked like a temporary and slightly seedy office that took up what must have been one half of the trailer. There was a flimsy wall with a door in it that must have led to a different office and a desk right in front of me with a young, handsome, and bored-looking beta filing his nails. “I’m, um, Lucas Cahill? I’m here for an interview?”
The beta stopped filing his nails and narrowed his eyes at me slightly. There was a laptop on the desk which he pulled closer so he could start typing something. He stared at the screen for a second before the thread of tension there softened into a smile.
“I like your look today. It’s…original,” he said, then cleared his throat and gestured to the seat in front of the desk.
I glanced down at my clothes for a second. I couldn’t figure out what the beta meant. I looked normal.
“Could you, um, tell me a bit more about this job?” I asked carefully.
From the way the beta moved to grab a clipboard with some papers attached to it, I got the feeling I wasn’t supposed to ask questions. “It’s an administrative job,” he said, handing theclipboard over to me. “If you could just fill this out, I’ll let the boss know you’re here.”
“Okay, th-thanks,” I said, uneasiness growing in my gut.
I wasn’t sure what was going on. Was this how job interviews were run these days? I hadn’t ever had to apply for a job, really. I’d gotten my Education degree from Barrington U, and since teachers were in high demand, I’d been placed right after graduating, without having to job hunt or anything.
Lucas had dropped out of college, though. He’d probably been on a dozen weird interviews just like this. He would have acted cool through the whole interview process, so for his sake, I was going to act cool, too.
Until I started reading the questions.
The application had all the normal stuff, name, address, age, gender. I filled in Lucas’s information. Then the questions started getting bizarre. Date of last heat, intensity of heats on a scale of one to ten, amount of slick produced, size of the largest alpha cock I’d ever taken.
“Are these questions really necessary?” I asked the beta as he stepped back into the room from the side office. “They’re really personal.”
“Oh, they’re very necessary,” the beta said, stepping over to my chair and holding out his hand to take the clipboard.
“I haven’t finished filling it out,” I told him with a bristling combination of guilt and growing worry.
“Maybe later,” the beta said with a flashy smile. “The boss is ready to see you now.”
“Okay.”
I handed over the clipboard and got up, following the beta to the office. The whole thing was wrong. Very wrong. What sort of organization had Lucas gotten involved in that interviewed for admins in the middle of nowhere and asked embarrassing and personal questions on their application?
“There’s no one in here,” I said once we were in the office.
“Just wait here,” the beta said, nodding to the external door in the corner. “They’ll be with you in a second.”
It was so, so weird. The beta left, and I was stuck standing there in a completely empty room, nothing going on but?—
I nearly jumped out of my skin when the external door flew open and a huge alpha dressed all in black and wearing a ski-masked lunged into the room.
“We’ve got another one!” he called over his shoulder out the door.
Panic swooped in on me. “I’m just here for an interview,” I said, holding up my hands and backing toward the door to the other half of the trailer.
“You got the job,” the masked alpha said, marching swiftly across the room to me.
“There…there has to be some sort of misunderstanding,” I said, my brain starting to short-circuit.
