Page 109 of Their Knotty Pack
She's used to an office setting, you know.
The sight of her reminds me of mine and Damien's date last night, how he made love to me under the glowing lights, with all the plants surrounding us—
"Do you need anything else, beautiful?" Brody murmurs in my ear, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
Shit, how does he still affect me like this? I stopped getting butterflies with Pack Hansen after like…the third date.
"Brody," I try to act unaffected and step away from him. I don't need another hickey to cover up like the one Damien gave me last night. "I'm not your omega right now, I'm your employee."
He arches a brow at me. "Number one, you arealwaysmy omega. Number two, someone report me to HR, because I'm about to tell you just how—"
"Brody."
"You'reHR." He grins. "So they'd be reporting me to you. We're too small to have an HR department, so I'd like you to take that role. Are you up for it?"
HR? My brows shoot up. Being able to smack an alpha on the nose with a rolled up newspaper when they're being bad? Count me in.
"That sounds like it could be some fun role play," I say without thinking, and then my cheeks flush in embarrassment. Pack Hansen would have given me a look of disdain or disapproval, but Brody just chuckles, his eyes heated.
"It's like you read my mind."
Shit. Maybe coming to work for Brody was a bad idea.
Clearing my throat, I take another step away. "So, are there any omegas who need an advocate today? A support person? Someone to sit in on a meeting?"
Brody grins, shaking his head, and quickly returns to work mode. "Yes, actually. We have one client, Gina Sterling. It's not so much that she doesn't feel comfortable with her lawyer, just that she doesn't have anyone to lean on, and could use a fellow omega's support."
"That's perfect," I nod, bouncing on my heels. "What time?"
Brody checks his watch. "About…ten minutes. Which would give us just enough time to…?" He waggles his brows and I hit him in the chest.
"Brody Benson, are you going to be this insufferable the entire time?" I ask in exasperation, momentarily hating the way he makes me feel like a giggling school girl.
"No," he gives me an over exaggerated sigh, "I'm sorry, I'll try to get it out of my system." He gives me a little grin. "You're justsopretty."
My cheeks heat and I clear my throat. My tone is overly formal as I brush my hands over my skirt. "Yes. Well, thank you. I've got to go now."
Brody only chuckles after me as I half run in my little heels down the hall. Maybe I'm overdressed if I'm going to be routinely running from my suddenly overly-flirtatious alpha.
When I open the door to the only conference room in the building, I'm met with an alpha and omega, leaning in close together as they talk. Well, don't they look cozy.
I clear my throat slightly, and the two jump apart, the omega, who must be Gina, blushing as the alpha brushes his suit free of imaginary dust.
"Hi," I summon my best customer service voice from the OMS. "I'm Bethany Thomas. I've been assigned to this meeting as…" I trail off, my confidence wavering as I realize I have no idea what my actual job title is.
"You're here to be a support person?" Gina asks, her eyes studying me. Her long black hair looks similar to mine, but her eyes are a warm brown. Plum and cherry tickle my nose as I lean forward to shake her hand.
"Yes, that's me." I smile, but before she takes my hand, she stops in her tracks.
"Wait. I recognize you."
"I used to work for the OMS—"
"No, that's not it," she shakes her head, taking a step away from me. "Pack Hansen's law firm. You're their omega."
Gods. Will I ever escape them?
"Iwas," I admit. "But I left last year when they tried to cheat on me."
