I sigh and take a sip of my coffee. Damn, that’s actually not bad. The espresso is perfectly roasted, and the milk is at the ideal temperature.
“You can stay late and finish the training.”
I want to bite out that he doesn’t need to make excuses if he’s afraid of being here alone at night, but I don’t.
“Sounds good. Speaking of safety, since the Howlers are out there, we should get more security after hours on site.” I hesitate for a moment, but then add, “And I thought I saw someone in the woods last night?—”
“And you left me here? Alone?”
I bite back a blunt remark. “Just thought security would be good to have, Mr. Wren. Can’t be too careful.”
He’s silent for a moment and then sighs. “Fine. We can do that.”
I lean back and spread my thighs open. “Glad we could come to some kind of agreement.”
He huffs, his gaze flicking to my legs before turning back to the computer. “Now, we need to discuss what we’re doing today to get us back up to speed.”
I watch as he discusses the upcoming permits for the buildings and a few contractors he found to work on the electrical. By the time my workers show up, we have a tentative plan for the week. He might not be the one working the tools, but he seems to know what he’s doing. I can respect that.
“Thanks for the coffee and see you later,” I tell him as I toss the empty coffee cup in the trash and stride toward the door.
“See you then, Mr. Barrett.”
CHAPTER
TWO
GLENN
After work,I sit in the trailer, quietly watching the annual supervisor training videos the company requires. As I click through the computer slides, I silently mock it. Of course I know this shit. It’s common sense.
Always wear PPE.
Never cut corners.
If something looks dangerous, it probably is.
But I’m not complaining because it means I get to stay after hours with Arbor, and it allows me to assess him. To get to know the omega who was so pliant and needy that night of the Heat Hunt.
And I’m learning more about this guy every minute.
The mystery of Arbor is slowly unraveling. Slowly but surely.
He wrinkles his nose when he’s frustrated, blowing air out of the side of his mouth before he forms a response to someone.
And he’s stubborn as hell. I can tell by the set of his shoulders and the tightness of his jaw. He won’t back down. Which makes the fact that he was a willing omega during the Heat Hunt even more of a mystery.
And his eyes seem to darken when he’s frustrated. Just a little, but enough to know how he’s feeling.
That and his scent.
I can’t fucking ignore that.
“Are you even watching it?” he asks, his eyes flicking over to mine. I don’t even look down, just click to the next slide.
“Yeah, learningsomuch.”
He rolls his eyes, and I see the twitch of a smile before it disappears entirely.
