“Uh…my guitar professor?”
Blair goes still for so long that I’m concerned.
I decide to backtrack, already bracing for a lecture. “I mean, obviously?—”
But then she bursts out laughing with a hearty cackle. “Oh my god,” she laughs. “Your brother is going to besomad.”
“Why are you laughing? I wanted your objective advice!” My voice tapers off with a bit of panic. “A lot is happening right now.”
“No, you’re right,” Blair says. “I’m sorry. It’s just so different from what Piper and I went through. You are going after what you want and are honest about your feelings.”
I nod, still wary.
“With the guitar professor…” She chews the inside of her cheek, looking thoughtful. “Thatis definitely an HR violation. Honestly? I don’t know if it’s the best idea.”
To my surprise, I whimper, a needy, shameful sound directly from my inner Omega.
Blair’s eyes widen. “Oh.Hi, Maeve’s Omega. Speaking of objective, when is your Heat due?”
I shrug, embarrassed. “A couple weeks or so? Nothing too close.”
“Right, but the scent match could complicate things,” Blair says knowingly. “Especially when you’re working next door to Ivan and Logan.”
As if on cue, my stomach flutters, and I make a face.
“Exactly,” Blair says, noticing my reaction. “You have a lot going on.”
“Well, what should I do?” I ask. “I have class after my shift.”
“Go to your class, silly. Even if you have a crush on your guitar teacher, so what? Are you going to jump him or something? Bare your mating gland and make him bite you?”
The idea isn’t an unwelcome one.
She must see something on my face, because she makes an unhappy noise. “Don’t do that. Go to class, and beforehand, load up on scent blockers and chew some gum. You’ll be fine.”
I nod. “Okay,” I sigh. “Okay. I can do this.”
“You’re there to learn and find a creative outlet,” Blair adds. “Not pine after the professor.”
Maybe I should have asked Piper instead.
A small part of me had hoped that Blair would tell me it’s a great idea to go for it, to support my attraction to Fang.
But I understand why I shouldn’t acknowledge it.
He’s my professor, my brother’s colleague, and I’m not taking the class to find an Alpha.
“I’ll get over it,” I say, ignoring the sinking feeling in my gut.
Some people don’t even getonescent match, and I’m over here pouting because I want another Alpha that isn’t even my scent match?
Fang isn’t in the cards for me. He’s there to teach me music, and nothing else.
Ivan kisses me goodbye,grinning against my mouth.
“Have fun at class,” he says knowingly, and I roll my eyes.
“Maybe today I’ll finally pick up the guitar,” I murmur as we stand in the parking lot of the clinic. “As long as I don’t flunk the theory test.”
