I plan to make that very clear before the day’s over.
Revea
“Anyone else warm?” I’m midway through a full head of highlights, showing Serena how I foil, when I ask.
My modest cardigan is gone, my hair’s tied up, and I’m still too hot.
My client shakes her head, gaze on her phone, but Serena looks at me a little strangely.
I arch a brow. “What?”
“You have been really busy today. Maybe that’s why you feel hot?”
“And you’re not?”
She shakes her head. “Maybe you’re coming down with something?”
I groan. “No,no.”I add another foil, paint on the colour. “I can’t be ill. Not now. I’ll just finish this and grab some painkillers.”
In the reflection, Serena studies me, and I see why.
I’m clearly flushed, cheeks practically fuchsia. My chest’s a little pink too. But I have been running around all day. Updating the scanner with my staff, briefing them on the plan for the week, making notes of anything not yet handled, colours we’re running low on, and even before that, I was...exercising.
All day, I’ve been getting wicked flashbacks of this morning. I’ll be curling someone’s hair, painting on colour, and I’m suddenly back in my office riding Sylvan.
And now I’m even hotter.
Speaking of hot...
My eyes are constantly drawn to the two alphas lingering somewhere in the background. They’re wearing their normal uniform: black compression t-shirts, padded Nexus vests, combat pants, and boots. But I swear everything lookstighter.
Their arms are bigger, chests broader, groins bulging—
What the fuck. Why am I looking there?!
Only this morning, I had an orgasm, the first one not administered by myself in… a while. Shouldn’t that sate my horniness, not trigger it?
After washing out another client’s colour, I dab a cold towel over my forehead and cheeks. Margret will have to do the blow-out, maybe even style it.
At least Gary and Max seem to be fitting in well. Margret’s already adopted them after the baby photos earlier, and they’ve spent the afternoon quietly walking the floor like they’ve always been part of the place.
A few more hours and my head’s feeling fuzzy, beads of sweat trickling down my spine. Thankfully, my staff step in to handle anything involving heat or hot tools, helping me power through the day.
It’s finally the evening. I’ve said most of my goodbyes, reminding them to text if they need anything, and now it’s just Margret and the twins.
“You’ll have such a good time!” she says, pulling me in for a tight hug. She jumps back. “Oh my lord, you’re on fire!” She presses the back of her hand to my forehead. “Revea, you’re boiling. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, just a busy day. I’ll take a cold shower tonight and be back to normal.”
Her gaze narrows as she listens, clearly not believing me. Then her brows shoot up as she leans in to whisper, “Your heat isn’t...”
“Don’t be crazy.” I laugh, shaking my head. “My heats are like clockwork. I wouldn’t schedule a convention when that’s due, come on, Mags.”
“You’re right, I know. Just… take care of yourself, okay? You haven’t stopped all day, and the flight tomorrow will be gruelling, then getting to the hotel with all your things, and you’ll be alone…”
“I’ll be fine, Mum.” I smirk.
She scoffs, but gives me a small smile.
