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Chastity nodded and let out a deep breath before letting herself into her boss’ office.
“Mr. Meyers?” She hovered in the doorway for a moment before letting it shut behind her. The man was behind his desk, phone cradled between his ear and shoulder as he nodded along with whatever was being said on the other line.
“Mmhm.” He pointed to the chair in front of his desk, and Chastity forced herself to sit gracefully and wait. She resisted the urge to fiddle with her collar; it would only draw more suspicion to the very thing she was trying to hide, right?
Mr. Meyers made a few more hemming and hawing sounds. “Alright. Sounds like you have things well in hand. Yes. Okay. Let me know if anything changes. Mmhm. Goodbye.” He hung up the phone, then fixed Chastity with a sharp stare as he linked his fingers on the desk in front of him. “Chastity. How are you?”
She swallowed hard against a suddenly dry throat.
Be cool, Chastity.
“I’m fine, sir. Much better.”
He raised one eyebrow at her. “That must have been some illness, to keep you out of work for a week. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take as much as a day off since you started working here.”
Chastity shrugged one shoulder, willing her heart rate to calm down. “I’m ambitious, sir, this is true, but the human body has its limits.” She offered a half smile, but his face remained cool.
“Hopefully, everything has… resolved itself?”
Chastity swallowed. She hated lying, especially to her direct boss, but there was no way she could tell him the truth. His nostrils were flaring as he looked at her, and again she worried that there was a hormone trace that Alphas could sense after heat. Maybe she had been outed the minute she walked in the room.
She nodded, stomach twisted up as she quickly thought of a plausible lie. “My doctor said that it must have been an intense stomach flu. I have a follow-up appointment in a few days to make sure that everything is better.”
At least you don’t have to lie about that.
Mr. Meyers regarded her for another moment before he nodded. “Very well. Email me the time of the appointment so I know when you’ll be off. I’ll have one of the other directors send you a summary of the weekly meeting.”
Chastity sat in her chair for another minute before she realized that she was dismissed. “Um. Yeah, sure. Thank you for being concerned. I… appreciate it.”
“Make sure you catch up on your work.” The door shut behind her as Chastity hurried out of the office, her heart still pounding as she walked quickly past the secretary back to her office.
Once inside, she closed the door right away and leaned her back against the wood. Her heart still fluttered in her chest, and she forced herself to take several deep breaths.
God, how am I going to keep this up?
CHAPTER8
Adam sat down in the plush leather chair behind his desk, one of the casters squeaking softly. Structurals for the three-story mixed-use were laid out all over his well-worn blotter. More of them, rolled up, leaned against the side of his desk. He needed to call Dylan back about the switchgear install he was still trying to schedule.
But that was going to have to wait.
He opened the center drawer, plucking the bit of navy blue lace out, before shutting it once more.
The fragrance, heavy musk, hit his nostrils immediately.
Just the scent had his cock hardening.
That was most definitely new.
He’d grabbed them more on impulse than anything, at first. Seeing them lying atop Chastity’s other dirty clothes in her hamper in her bathroom, he’d assumed they must have been the pair she’d worn home from work the day her heat—if that was what was reallyafflicting her—had first come in.
Perhaps it was a little pervy, but he already thought of her as his… and by extension, her possessions as well. Most especially her unmentionables.
More than that though, he was curious about something, about one of the many theories Alphas entertained. And that used pair of lace panties might be just the thing to help confirm it.
The power of his arousal around the girl… it was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Shehadto be an Omega, of course. But how did one truly know? It wasn’t a question his father had ever bothered to answer for him.
Perhaps there wasn’tany sort of definitive answer, something akin to eliminating all other possibilities and alighting on Chastity being an Omega as the only possible conclusion left. By default.
