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“Ms. Marks.”
Chastity forced herself to a stop before she bumped into the person in front of her, stumbling back a step in an effort to right herself. “Tyler.”
Chastity tugged her shirt into place, trying not to blush as it stretched tightly over her chest. It was a button-down style, yes, ostensibly appropriate for work, but it just barely hid the crease of her cleavage and Chastity just knew that she was going to spend the entire day subtly looking down at her chest to make sure her tits hadn’t forced the top buttons open.
He smiled at her in a way that made Chastity shift back and forth. She couldn’t say what it was about the smile that made her uncomfortable, but…
“How are you doing today? We were all worried about you while you were off sick.” Again, there was nothing wrong with the words that he said per se, but he took a tiny step forward and Chastity was forced to take another step back so that he wouldn’t invade her personal space.
What is he doing? He’s never gotten this close to you before…Chastity swallowed and forced a smile despite her stomach twisting anxiously. “I’m, ah, doing fine, Tyler. Thank you for asking.” She glanced over his shoulder, the closed door of her office not ten feet away. Maybe she could shoulder her way past him. It would be rude, but she could explain it away later.
He took another step toward her, and this time when Chastity tried to back away, her back hit the wall behind her. He grinned, and there was a distinctly predatory glint in his eye that made Chastity want to curl in on herself, make herself less conspicuous. “Of course. I was talking with Jackson and Kale the other day after you came back, saying how you seemed so much better than before you left. Different.”
Chastity narrowed her eyes at the mention of the other team leads who worked underneath her. The idea of the men who worked for her—and all of themAlphas, no less—talking about her when she wasn’t around… she couldn’t quite put her finger on what she didn’t like about it. “What exactly do you mean bydifferent?”
But she knew.
Tyler laid his forearm against the wall above her head, leaning in and invading her personal space even further. “Oh, just that you seemed to be dressing differently. Seemed to be happier, maybe a little less focused…” His eyes glinted at her as his nostrils flared, and Chastity gulped. If they hadn’t figured out the change in her yet, they were dangerously close.
“Work load must be light if you guys are talking about me to pass the time.” She forced her voice to stay light and casual, even as she pushed off the wall and ducked under his arm to get out from under his imposing presence. Her shoulder bumped his side as she moved away, but thankfully he didn’t say anything. His head turned to look at her as she walked a few steps away, putting a safe amount of distance between the two of them and letting out a breath. She smiled blandly at him. “Might need to find some new projects for you guys if you have that much time on your hands.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Who was that guy who came and visited you yesterday?”
Chastity’s hand froze on the knob of her door and she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry?”
“Autumn talked about him all afternoon. Apparently had quite the presence.” He smiled at her, his eyes glittering at her. “Who was he?”
Chastity stared at him hard, then forced herself to shake her head calmly despite the anxiety that was choking up in her throat. “Just someone I know.” She forced a cool tone, opening her door. “And if I hear that you and the other team leads are spending more company time talking about me instead of working, then we will have a problem. Get to work.” She shut the door with a smart snap, and for several long moments she stood there until she heard the soft thuds of Tyler’s footsteps walking away.
“That was way too close.” Chastity forced herself to walk slowly over to her desk, setting her bag down on the floor and sitting in her chair. Her heartbeat gradually slowed as she booted up her computer, and when she glanced down she winced at the open button at the top of her blouse.
“Damn it.” She did the button back up, glancing at her email inbox as it loaded on the screen overflowing, as usual. Had her button been undone when she had been talking to Tyler?
He was doing the talking, Chastity. They know. What are you going to do if they start trying to use your Omega status against you?She gulped at the thought, slowly starting to sort through her morning emails. She had such a strong reaction to Adam, was she going to start reacting that way to any Alpha who looked her way? A horny, needy… slut.
She wouldn’t be able to stand it.
The encounter with Tyler faded out of her mind as the morning wore on. Her emails consumed her, and she was phoned in to a district meeting with the head honcho of the company. She didn’t say anything, mostly just listened in and forced herself to drink water. It was her typical day, but between the residual arousal that hummed between her legs and her thoughts that couldn’t stop straying to Adam, it felt different.
Her phone buzzed as she was saying goodbye to the other managers in the meeting, and when she glanced down, she saw Adam’s name on her readout and swallowed hard. She picked it up as she ended the call, her heart suddenly in her throat.
How’s my slut doing today?
Chastity’s initial gut response was to tell him to fuck off, but she wouldn’t put it past him to show up at her office again just to punish her for his idea of insubordination. She tapped out a quick response after thinking for a moment.
Busy.
She set her phone down and tried to focus on her emails again, but her phone buzzed again before she could get too deep into it.
Poor thing. Bet your needy cunt isn’t making it any easier for you to focus. Are you wet?
Her face flared hot and she stared at her phone for several long moments, the words he had said the night before going through her head.I want to know the state of my property at all times.But surely he couldn’t expect to control her if he wasn’t around. She wasn’t a puppet…
Her sore ass prompted a response, and she blushed as she typed.
Yes. More than I want to be.
She could imagine the smug smile on his face as she sent the message, and she turned her phone face down so that she could focus on work.
