“Sure, Trey, whatever you need. You been coverin’ for us enough lately, take a couple extra days. Cool?”
“Ya’ boss, t’anks” He finally looks back at me and his smile gives me the creeps, but hell, he’s been pulling an assload of extra hours, maybe he’s just tired.
Thankfully he takes his wrench and goes back into the shop, right as Xan pulls Candice’s keys out of the drawer and she gives him a quick hug before heading back out the front to get her stuff.
“Xan, can you check in with Trey while I am takin’ Candice home? He was looking freaked as fuck when I came in a couple’a minutes ago.”
“Sure man, I can ask. Maybe he doesn’t like omegas, or maybe we just startled him banging around in the desk, if he wasn’t expecting anyone in here.”
I chew on my lip…”Yeah, that could be it.”
But why does that answer feel so wrong?
Chapter 22
It’s been a few days, but the new terrarium is set up, we got the heat rockand the lamps, food and water bowls ready, and a little mesh hammock.
I rearranged the office, but I need to snoop and find out what kind of office stuff Candice needs. I don’t think I can fit another bookcase in here with the desks and terrarium. I wonder if we should swap a room out, or just add on to make this one bigger. I can talk to Xan when he gets home tonight, just to get his thoughts, my love kicks ass at Tetris.
Most of the daily stuff is done, I watered Xan’s garden, he’ll take care of the weeding this weekend. I’m caught up on laundry and cleaning.
Maybe I should start dinner, or plan out meals for the next week. I wonder what kinds of foods Candice likes? Maybe I should call her and ask, but I know she needs to getwork done. I could go over to her place, get her, and take her to get groceries and help me with our meal plan. Or pick her brain about what she needs for the office. I can be sneaky about it.
Oh, so chocolate eclairs and turtle ice cream…and what kind of PC do you use, along with a detailed list of programs you need for work?
I don’t think that’s gonna work.
I just want to wrap her up so no one can hurt her. All this shit with her car.
Fuck. Our poor girl.
Maybe I should check in on her–see if she is sitting at her computer working.
Just a quick peek, don’t want to bother her. But if sheisworking, maybe I can get her to bring Iggy over and they can stay for dinner, check out the new habitat. Then she won’t have a reason to go home tonight.
Fuck, it felt so good to hold her a few days ago. I know it wasn’t a proper overnight sleep, just a nap, but it felt so good to have her on one side and Xan on the other. I don’t think I’ve rested that well since high school, before-
Yeah. So, gotta check in on her, then figure out dinner.
I fire up my desktop, and just a hop, skip, and a jump and I am looking into her office–she isn’t there.
Huh?
Oh, lemme check the security cameras.
There she is on thecouch…
Oh.
Oooohhh…
I probably shouldn’t watch her without her permission…but fuck.
My omega is on the couch, her long flannel pulled up over her hips, nothing else on but a pair of black panties with her hand down the front, her other hand is tracing small circles on her neck, right where I need to bite.
My teeth ache. Just wanna keep her here in her nest and have snuggles.
Do I want to knot her?Fuck yes! I’d be lying if I said otherwise, but Ineedto take care of her, keep her safe and cozy, feed her, and protect her from all the hurt and crazy shit that she’s been dealing with.
