But with the way he’s looking at me, the warm scent of him floating around the room, it makes me want to put my ego aside and move past what happened that day in the woods.
He did it for a reason. I need to understand why.
I step toward the desk, the cup of freshly brewed coffee in my hand. He glances up at me, his cheeks pink, his ass wiggling in his chair.
I know the effect I’m having on him.
He’s doing the same to me.
His eyes flick up and down my body quickly, and the intake of air lets me know that he’s seen the bulge at the front of my pants.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I ask, and he composes himself and shuffles some paperwork. He rattles off the list of things that still need to get done before the weekend. I take it all in, putting it in the back of my mind for later.
I hear the rumbling of trucks outside as the crew arrives, and I take another sip of my coffee.
“Had fun last night,” I say when he’s finally done.
He sits back and blinks up at me.
“Me too.”
“Want to come to dinner at my place tonight?” It’s an off-the-cuff invitation, and I hold my breath while I wait for his response.
His eyes widen a little, surprise lining his face. Fuck, I messed up. I shouldn’t have kept him at arm’s length so long. I should have just let it go. But what’s done is done. We can only move forward.
His throat bobs, and he swallows. “That would be nice.”
I blow out a breath. “All right. Great. Italian okay?”
His head wobbles. “Yeah. Should I bring anything?”
“Just yourself.”
“Perfect.”
I eye his lips, and his eyelashes flutter.
“See you then, Boss.”
I say it dryly, and he must notice because his lips twitch.
“See you then, Mr. Barrett.”
During my lunch break, I decide it’s past time to call Skye and get his opinion on everything, especially with dinner looming. I really thought I could manage this on my own, that I knew enough by having a brother who was an omega, but I feel out of my depth. And there are parts of Arbor that remind me of my brother. Skye’s always felt like he’s had to prove himself, never wanting to be constrained by his omega nature.
Arbor is like that. He’s so much like him. I’ll never truly understand, but I can try.
“What’s up?” Skye says, his voice a little husky over the phone. “You okay? You never call, so now I’m worried you’re dying.”
I let out a laugh. “No, just calling to ask some questions. Now a good time?”
He hesitates and then assures me that now is as good a time as any. I can hear Maverick in the background, murmuring something, but then there’s rustling and the sound of a door squeaking shut.
“Okay, Mav’s graced us with some privacy. What’s up?”
“I’m seeing an omega I work with who reminds me a little of you.”
“This the boss?”
