There are several switches on the wall, with one markedfloor, which I hope means there’s underfloor heating. There was a towel warmer too, so I’ll be living in luxury apparently.
I don’t want to get too spoiled, but I’m sure there will beplenty of rough days in the field, and a little pampering sounds nice.
I peek through the last door leading off the bedroom. It’s dark and I search for the light switch, finding a round knob instead.
I turn the dimmer switch, and the room slowly brightens, strip lights running along the lower part of the walls. Their glow is warm and comforting, unlike harsh overhead bulbs.
I’m so distracted by the fancy lighting that I don’t notice anything else until they’re turned up as bright as they’ll go.
I gasp when I finally focus on the giant nest room.
I admire it for a moment before whipping my head around to make sure my bosses haven’t come in. They’re still out in the sitting room, but I shut the door behind me just in case and lean against the wall, chest heaving.
I don’t know why I panicked about them looking. The room is clean and the bed is neatly made up, so obviously they were in here recently and know what it looks like.
It was just an instinctive panic about them seeingmynest.
I need to fix my nest before my alphas come in.
I ignore my omega.
She was picturing my teammates when she said that, and they’re certainlynotmy alphas. They’re not even all alphas. She must get dumber when she’s horny.
No one else will be coming in here but me. Heh.
There’s no way I could find temporary alphas for my heat and bring them back here to bang it out while my bosses are just a floor away.
I’m used to ignoring my omega’s strange urgesat this point. She rarely makes sense even though I know she’s a part of me, my base self.
While nesting is one of the stronger urges, I keep that under control by creating a nice nest for myself, not to impress some imaginary alphas, or just the closest alphas.
Maybe if my omega could smelltheiromega on them, she wouldn’t be so interested in my bosses. Then she’d realize there’s never going to be anything between us. Their pack is closed.
It makes me wish they hadn’t covered their scents so thoroughly.
They were smart to let me come in here on my own, obviously they’re used to dealing with omega instincts.
I check out the nest now that I’ve thoroughly scolded my omega for trying to lure in unsuspecting alphas.
This room also has a stone fireplace, but it has a solid screen door and a second screen in front of that. I assume that’s so no one gets so lost in the moment that they accidentally roll into the fire.
I inspect the fluffy pillows and blankets piled on the giant bed. The materials meet my specifications, so they get to stay. I think I catch a whiff of chocolate while I’m adjusting them, but maybe that’s just the bit of iced chocolate coffee I spilled on my shirt this morning.
Next are the strange sofas, chairs, and footstools scattered around. They’re all in unusual shapes and sizes. It must be some eclectic style I’m not familiar with. There’s even a swing in the corner, which is a cute idea I’ve never considered for my nest. It, too, has a strange design though.
I test out a few, and the seats are comfortable enough until I try an S-shaped chaise and can’t figure out how to sit on it. It’s made of vinyl, and I slide down it immediately, legs hanging off the end and dangling in the air.
I wiggle around, but no matter what I do, it doesn’t seem very ergonomic. I slip down it for the third time and blow my hair away from my face, frustrated.
This thing makes no sense. My legs are up so high, my knees are almost level with my nose, and if I spread them at all it would be like?—
Oh.
Oh.
This is asexchair.
My face is on fire and no one’s even here to see how dumb I look trying to figure out how sex furniture works.
