“No, she was up all night because of me, researching.”He carefully reaches for the tablet set on the table, then passes it to me.“She hasn’t slept because I upset her, and she cares so much about her business that she was trying to find a solution on her own. So I don’t think she likes me very much right now.”
I start swiping through. I don’t understand half this shit, but I can imagine how long it must have taken to put it all together.
I sigh, placing it back on the table.“I don’t have all the answers, Syl. But a good start would be talking to her. Let her get to know you, make it clear you’re interested.”
“How do I make that clear?”
I scrub a hand over my face.“I dunno, compliment her?”
“I told her she’s very beautiful.”
“When?”
“This morning. I told her she’s very interesting and beautiful.”
What a combination of compliments.
“And her reaction?”
“She went quiet, blushed a little, kept looking at me.” Then he shrugs.“But people do that when they’re scared of me.”
This time, I bite my knuckle to stop chuckling.“Syl, she fell asleep with you in the room. She wouldn’t do that if she was afraid of you. And anyway…”I start to stand, glancing at Revea one more time. “…this omega doesn’t scare easily.”
Revea
I’m so warm and comfy, I don’t ever want to wake up. I keep my eyes shut, refusing to move. My alarm hasn’t gone off; it must be too early, but what is that clicking sound? It’s like someone is typing...
I shoot up, and a cushion goes flying.
“Are you okay?”
I slowly turn to my right, where a set of blue eyes meet mine.
Sylvan is here. In my office. But he’s not at the desk anymore. He’s sat on the sofa directly opposite, with the cushion I just threw on his lap.
Fuck, did I fall asleep? I look around and see too many cushions, the throw, a blanket. Oh god, did I make a mini nest before I passed out?
Fuck me.
“Revea?”
“I’m fine!” I jump to my feet and rush over to my small bathroom, shutting the door with a sharp slam.
I spend a few minutes recovering, using my spare toothbrush, redoing my bun into something more respectable of a hair stylist, washing my face, and adding a little makeup from the overnight bag I keep in here. Then I pause, staring at myself in the mirror.
Why am I even bothered about how I look? I slip my glasses back on with a sigh. He’s already seen me, already judged me. I remember that lingering look when I first came into the office three hours ago.
I take a deep breath, stand tall, and give myself a reassuring nod in the mirror.
When I come out, Sylvan is back at the desk, typing away, and I wonder if I could maybe slip out, leave through the front, go the long way round to my car—
“I want to show you something.”
I didn’t even make it past the sofa.
I close my eyes, count to three, then turn back to the desk. Thankfully, he’s focused on the screen. Even when I’m standing right beside him, he doesn’t look up.
“I’ll talk you through the changes I’ve made, okay?”
