ELEVEN
ARBOR
“Boss,”Glenn says after work two days later. That name makes me wince, but at least he’s looking at me now. I feel each meeting of our eyes deep inside me. He’s not setting me on my desk and kissing me, not calling me his omega, but he isn’t ignoring me either.
I shouldn’t care, but I do.
I fought it, and I lost.
“Everything okay?” I ask, adjusting my glasses as I peer up at him from my desk.
“Yeah. Finishing up. Guys and I are going out for drinks. Wanted to invite you.”
I blink, staring at him. They haven’t invited me to something like this. I’ve always kept my boundaries clear and strong. I don’t fraternize with my employees.
But then again, I also don’t let the site supervisor fuck me either. And yet, I let Glenn bend me over my desk. Literally.
“Are you sure you want me there?” I ask, shifting in my seat.
“The guys are the ones who suggested it.”
I bob my head and feel something inside me twist. “Um, well, I don’t usually, but all right. Send me the address. I’ll be there.”
Something slides across his face, and I worry he didn’t want me to accept. An excuse not to go sits on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back.
I’m going to go. I’m going to try new things.
Put myself out there.
My phone pings, and I see an address and a time. I plug it into my phone and see that it’s a small bar and restaurant in Wolverston. I pull up the menu and see that it has all the comfort food that you’d want on a night after work.
Crescent Moon Chili, Blue Beta Burger, and Fire Fang Nachos. Not to mention the drinks. My eyes wander down the list, and I see a pink Dusk Daiquiri. I wet my lips, my stomach rumbling.
If anything, at least I’ll have good food and drinks.
I close my computer, listening to the cars and trucks pull out of the lot. When I’m done, I slip everything into my briefcase and head out.
Glenn is there, sitting in his truck, waiting as he always does.
As I step out of the trailer, I see the security guard pull up. I should introduce myself. I don’t really want to, but obligation has me stepping toward the security car. The windows are tinted, and I squint my eyes, trying to see inside. I wave slightly to get their attention, and after a long pause, the window finally rolls down.
A blank face greets me, and my brows meet as I try to get a sense of the person behind the wheel. It’s not entirely important, but I usually like to get a feel for people. However, I can’t seem to get a read on this person.
“Hello. I’m Mr. Wren, the superintendent on this project. Thank you for coming.”
The man meets my stare. He’s so ordinary-looking it’s almost hard to pinpoint what he looks like. Dark hair, dark eyes, uniform shirt buttoned up to his neck.
Glenn appears at my side and holds out his hand.
“Glenn. Supervisor on site. Nice to meet you.”
The security guard nods and tentatively reaches out to place his hand in Glenn’s. “Thank you. I’ll keep a good watch on this place. Circle back every hour or so.”
The way his voice sounds has the hair on the back of my neck standing up, but I can’t quite understand why.
He seems harmless. Completely bland. I’m just nervous because Glenn is standing next to me, I’m sure of it.
Glenn sniffs, and his lips thin, almost like he senses something.
