I step away from him as he scowls at his phone before turning it off and slipping it away.
He starts to rise from his knees. Eyes locked on me. Intent.
“N-No. Sylvan. Stop.” It isn’t a bark, but he listens, stopping a few inches in front of me. “I need to go clean up and let my staff in. And you need to sneak out the back. Now.”
His expression morphs into disappointment. “But you didn’t let me taste—”
“Oh, I know. But I think we both know if I let that happen, then I’d want to taste you, and we simply don’t have time.”
“You want to taste me, omega?” His eyes light up as he imagines it, stepping closer.
“Remember what I said about my business, Sylvan?” My voice is a little higher as I slide against the wall, trying to keep our distance. “How it’sveryimportant to me? This was...” I try to find the right word and end up stealing his. “Perfect.”
He stops moving and smiles a little.
Goddamn, he’s so damn cute.
“But you need to go out the back, now,” I repeat, stern.
He frowns. “Why do I need to sneak out?”
“Because I doubt you’ve brought spare pants, and even with the de-scenter, you’re drenched in my scent, never mind your own scent from... Well, you know.”
“Coming in my pants.”
I close my eyes and sigh. “Yes, Sylvan, thank you for reminding me.”
When I open them, he’s right there, smiling sweetly. “You’re welcome.”
Then he kisses me, and keeps kissing, backing me up into the bathroom door.
“Nuh-uh,” I mumble against his lips. “No more.” My hand fumbles with the door until it finally lands on the handle. “I’m going in here now, and you can’t be here when I come out.” He doesn’t look convinced. “I mean it, Sylvan.”
“What happens if I am?” He stares down at my lips.
“I’ll... I’ll bark at you.”
“That’s how this began, omega.” He leans in and kisses me, and I crumble beneath the tenderness.
My eyes are still shut when I feel him pull back. When I look, his gaze is sweeping over every inch of my face.
He reaches out, hand gently grasping my jaw. “I don’t want to leave.”
My chest aches at this soft voice.
“I won’t see you for a week,” he adds in almost a whisper.
“We can text, maybe even call?” I suggest lightly. “But the time difference is—”
“Eight hours,” he finishes.
I nod. “We can try?” I smile softly. “You’re very sweet, Sylvan.” I stand on my toes to give him one last kiss as I find the power to open the door behind me.
I step back. “Seven days, Syl.” I try to keep my smile as I slowly shut the door on a very unhappy alpha. “Bye.”
As it shuts, I sigh, leaning back against it.
I wait, and wait, but finally, there’s the sound of retreating steps and another door shutting.
