But obviously they can’t do that. I wouldn’t be allowed to keep working under them if they did.
It’s probably best to avoid talking about our scent matching too. I doubt HR would allow that loophole.
Just 695 days until I finish my training.
“I love being on this team and I don’t want to leave it. I understand you were just helping me out in an emergency, it wasn’t anything untoward. Thank you again for all of your help,” I say.
There, that was perfectly casual, like I’m not thanking them for knotting me until I pass out.
“So, has the storm stopped? Are we ready to get out of here?” I ask.
“We can head out if you feel up to it. I let dispatch know your heat was over and they coordinated with a neighboring team to pick us up when we’re ready. If you need more time to rest, we can stay here for a while longer,” Orion says. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss about what happened?”
I hastily convince them we don’t need to keep talking about my heat.
I need to draw a line between us, and if we stay here any longer, I’ll be tempted to ignore the outside world and throw myself at them.
I get Orion to call for our own rescuer team, and we prepare to leave the cabin.
I’m glad I got to kiss Cato before this was over. One last bright spot before it’s back to reality.
Chapter 39
Hestia
As promised, Orion made me a doctor’s appointment to ensure I’m healthy after having a heat out in the “wilderness.” I would protest that it was hardly risky since we were in a cozy little cabin, but I wanted to get better suppressants, so I let him make the appointment without comment.
After being thoroughly checked out, the doctor said I was a perfectly healthy omega, as expected. He said the stress of the storm likely caused the heat breakthrough, but it left me with no lasting effects.
I’m proud of myself that I didn’t let that explanation make me spiral into thinking I’m not suited for being a rescuer just because I’m an omega.
Instead, I bullied the doctor into giving me extra-strength suppressants. He was hesitant since they can be harmful with long-term use, but I convinced him it’s temporary and important for my career.
I can’t have another heat until my training is over. I doubt HR would be okay with my bosses helping me out ina non-emergency situation, and I can’t stomach the thought of anyone else touching me.
Since my doctor’s appointment, my team hasn’t mentioned my heat as we all try to go back to normal.
Cato still hovers around and teases me, but he hasn’t crossed the line into anything romantic. The others cook and clean and take care of me just like they did before.
But no more helpful bathing.
No more kisses.
No more fucking.
It’s been terrible.
I can’t even cuddle up with them in front of the fire after a hard day of work.
Okay, I guess Ikindof cuddle with them, but it’s still platonic sitting-close-to-each-other cuddling. I’m not crawling into their laps or turning the cuddling into slow fucking on the couch.
What better way to decompress after a hard day than to fuck your teammates?
Why doesn’t everyone live with and date their coworkers? That really seems like the solution to all of life’s problems.
Oh, right. Most people probably aren’t attracted to their coworkers.
I looked into the company policy again to see if I was remembering the rules correctly. And yes, annoyingly, our employee handbook says we’renot allowedto date a direct report.
