I roll off the chair and fall onto my side on the cushioned floor, quickly scrambling up.
I eye the other furniture suspiciously, trying to figure out if it’s all for having sex on or if some of them are for watching the sex happen.
After inspecting everything again, I determine some are simple spectator chairs, but most of it is definitely meant to put you in sexual positions.
I have no idea why these are here though.
I mean, I get why they’d be in a nest, but not why they’re inthisnest.
I doubt this room belonged to their omega, no pack would be dumb enough to give their omega’s nest away.
Besides, the paperwork I received from HR said it was just the five of them living here, so I assumed their omega chose to live in town rather than roughing it in the mountains for weeks at a time. It’s an unusual arrangement, but it makes sense for packs with jobs like this.
All the furniture looks so new, and my stupid omega is pleased with the gifts for our nest. Under different circumstances, I might be flattered, but it makes no sense that they would have purchased these things specificallyfor me.
Was it extra furniture their omega didn’t want, so they stuck it in here?
My chest is tight and my clothes are irritating me, making me feel itchy.
I unclench my jaw and finish inspecting my nest, trying to put other omegas out of my mind. I certainly don’t want to think about what my bosses do with their?—
The nest has plenty of blankets and pillows, but not much beyond that and the furniture. I visualize where I’m going to put the few things I brought and all the things we bought today. I think I’ll be able to fill the nest pretty well.
I hate to admit Orion was right, I did need more things. I’ve never had a nest room since I always went to heat hotels and didn’t want to waste money paying for a bigger dorm. I still plan to use heat hotels, but it’s nice to have a nest of my own.
I carefully close the door behind me and rejoin the others.
“The rooms are perfect, and the view is spectacular,” I say.
Henri smiles at my compliment.
“Is there anything else you want us to order?” Orion asks.
“No, I think?—”
I jump when Cato interrupts, “Did you like the furniture I got you?”
The others must not have realized he was here either, because they turn to look for him.
As they shift to the side, they reveal Cato lounging on the couch, arm behind his head, legs hanging over the armrest.
Shirtless.
His red hair stands out against the dark green couch,muscles flexed, firm and biteable. He’s all bulging biceps and taut abdomen, a trail of red hair leading from his belly button down to disappear under his sweatpants.
Gray sweatpants that he definitely wasn’t wearing before, because I would have noticed the clear outline of his big?—
“Cato,” Orion barks.
Cato acts like he didn’t hear him.
My heart is pounding, obviously because his reappearance startled me so much.
“I’m so sorry about him. Cato dresses down when we’re at home, but we’ve told him to cover both halves when non-pack members are around,” Charm says.
Orion moves in front of me, ruining my view.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind. It’s your house too,” I say, turning away like it doesn’t faze me.
