“What I really need is a shower and a new change of underwear. And honestly, I didn’t think to bring one because I never fraternize at work. Never. And yet, here you are. The alpha who knotted me three months ago, working on my job site.”
I wet my lips and unzip my pants. As I do, I feel the mess I made and decide the best thing to do would be to take off my boxers entirely.
I kick off my shoes, Arbor watching me with wide eyes.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking off my underwear,” I tell him. “I can’t work like this.”
In seconds, I shuck my pants and strip off my boxers, tossing them aside. They land in a heap on the floor, and I remind myself to grab them before I leave.
Because right now, my focus is on Arbor, my boss, the same one who is panting, unable to pull his eyes away from me. The scent of his slick is heady. If the men can’t smell it now, they will as soon as the windows open.
I see Arbor’s hands clutched in front of him, dragging up and down the bulge in his pants.
My dick likes the attention, fully hard by the time I’m done cleaning myself up.
But I don’t give in to any of it, as much as I want to. I just tuck it back in my jeans, refusing to come off like the alpha he expects me to be at this moment. I already went into a minor rut earlier. I don’t need to prove him right.
As soon as I shove my feet back in my shoes, I see Arbor leaning against the wall, his knuckles white as he clutches the paper towels in his fist.
“You gonna get cleaned up?”
He swallows and bobs his head.
“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m your boss.” But his words are weak and needy. Rail thin.
I roll my lips between my teeth and watch him. “You are. Just checking in because you haven’t moved since we got in here.”
“I was…” he swallows. “…supervising you.”
That makes me laugh softly. “Yeah, supervising my dick, as my brother, River, would say.”
Arbor glowers and then nods toward the door.
“You can leave.”
“You really want me to go?”
“Yes, or I’ll write you up for…insubordination.”
I sigh, inhaling deeply once more, taking the scent of him with me in my lungs. Right, well, he’s not interested in my staying, so I won’t fight it. And with that, I walk out.
CHAPTER
FOUR
GLENN
The mood isoff when I step inside the trailer after work. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s humid as fuck outside, the cool breeze this morning being swept away by a looming storm.
The sky is dark gray, and I can smell rain on the horizon.
And I can smell Arbor, agitated, annoyed. He’s been in a mood since the mishap with pressure points.
Maybe he never got himself off. Maybe he’s been sitting in his slick all day, the windows open, the humidity fraying his last nerve.
As soon as the door closes behind me, I can see this is the case.
