And I refuse to be out of commission for too long.
If only he could make me something to take my fae scent away entirely. Blending in with the shifters is already hard enough as an omega, without my fae scent drawing unwanted attention.
I turn onto my side and pull the covers up to my chin, trying not to let myself worry about such things. I’ll keep my job. I’m getting everything done that was not done previously. And Glenn is a fantastic site supervisor. I’ll stop messing around with him, and everything will be fine.
I’ll be just fine.
“I’ll be fine,” I say softly and then close my eyes, wishing for sleep to take me quickly.
“Fuck, it’s really coming down,” I murmur to myself as I turn into the dirt parking lot of work. My car, which I’d just had washed, is now covered in mud as I come to a stop in front of the work trailer.
Of course, Glenn is already here, his shirt soaked, looking like a rugged fucking model.
It makes my dick instantly hard, my hole clenching around nothing. That dildo I pulled out of myself earlier this morning did nothing to abate the neediness building inside of me.
It was bad when I first glimpsed the site supervisor on my first day at the job. But gods, now that I know he can fuck, and have felt him inside of me in every way, it’s eclipsed everything else.
I want him again.
“Fucking gods. Could you be less attractive, please? It’s getting ridiculous now,” I say to myself, glad he can’t hear my insane ramblings. It’s not like he can help it. He was just born that way.
Suddenly, he steps out from under the awning and jogs toward me, the imprint of his cock visible in his pants as he moves. He really shouldn’t be this good-looking with such a big dick. It’s really not fair. It leaves nothing for the rest of us.
The knock on my window has me jumping slightly, and I roll my window down as far as I can without letting in the deluge of water. As I do, I sense something in the air, something fragile and foreign. Something almost magical. Just for a moment, before it fades, leaving me to wonder if I imagined it.
“Hey, Boss. Told the men not to come in. The rain is going to last for the rest of the day. Won’t get anything done.”
I wet my lips, letting myself take in his damp hair, the droplets dripping down his jaw. I want to lean forward and lick them up. Totally unprofessional.
I should write myself up.
“Right. Makes sense. Thank you for doing that.”
“Sure thing, and, uh, power’s out, too.”
“Shit.”
“My place isn’t far. You can come over?—”
Oh, no, no, no. This is a bad idea. A terrible one, I think, as he runs a hand through his hair, looking far too sexy for this kind of job. I never had a thing for construction workers until I met him.
I’m going to have to buy another air purifier for the office if he keeps being this hot. I didn’t expect to want someone so badly, but here we are. My scents seem to be growing stronger when I’m around him, like he’s pulling them out of me.
I fucking despise it and love it at the same time.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I ask, and he grins at me and shrugs.
“We’ll be professional, or you can write me up. Promise.”
I huff, and he winks at me. “Come on. Follow me. You can do your work there. I have a generator and won’t lose power.”
“I really shouldn’t.”
“You know you want to. A day without working. What will you do?”
I have no idea, so I just dip my chin slightly.
His lips twitch, and he jogs to his truck and hops inside, leaving me to do nothing but follow him. I really have no choice in the matter. It would be rude to turn around and go home. And to be honest, I don’t want to go home. It’s fucking lonely there.
