"Mr. Finch. Perhaps next time you take the time to fill out an application, accept an interview, drive all the way to said interview, sit across from anomegain that interview for a law firm that servesomegas only,"I take a breath, pinching my fingers so there's a little space between them, "you might think about showingthismuch respect to the designation you're trying to convince us you want to protect."
Mr. Finch leaves in a bluster, muttering about 'damn omegas'. Brody shakes his head. "You don't have to do this—"
"I want to. I think this will get us through them quicker, too."
Brody chuckles. "I think you're right. I'll go get the next one."
The next ones go much better, with ten out of the thirteen not even acting like it was weird that I was the one doing the interview, while threeovercompensated, rambling about how theytotallyaccepted omegas in positions of power in the workplace.
All in all, I think we'll hire five of them.
The four women that showed up for the "specialized omega helper"interviews were very promising, but were eyeing my alpha with a little too much interest. He, of course, was oblivious, but made sure to mention in an off-handed way that I was his omega, making my instincts settle. Maybe I'll have to send him to work covered inmeevery day.
Then, who shows up for the last interview of the day?
"Lanie!" I stand as she walks into the office, opening my arms for a hug. Her purple hair is up in a smart bun, and she's wearing a tailored suit.
"Ugh, Bethany I've missed you." She sniffs as she wraps her arms around me.
"It's only been like…two weeks." Shit, nowI'msniffling.
"I know, but we went from seeing each other every day to…notseeing each other and I miss my best friend." She pulls back and looks at my face. "This pack looks good on you, Bethy-bear."
I roll my eyes at her use of my parents nickname for me. "I missed you too. But I doubt you came all this way just to see my pretty face?"
"Brody called me on Friday and asked if I wanted to interview," she explains, grinning at my alpha. "He wanted to make it a surprise."
"Brody!" I gasp, turning to him. “You're going to make her interview?"
Brody holds his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I offered to just give her the job, seeing as she has seven years professional experience working with omegas in a similar capacity, but she insisted on interviewing."
"Yep!" she says happily, "Though I did quit the OMS and give that old bitch a two fingered salute on my way out so hopefully you still give it to me even if I tank."
"By all means, Ms. Rouche, please take a seat." I give her a devious grin as she slides into the seat across from me.
As expected, she passes the interview with flying colors, and insists she can start tomorrow. By the end of the day, we've decided to hire Lanie, plus two more omegas who applied for the position, and five of the lawyers who interviewed. We'll have to post the job listing again in hopes of some fresh applicants.
Maybe things are starting to look up after all.
Chapter 52
Bethany
Iwake up Tuesday morning to lips pressed against my neck, lavender and spearmint surrounding me.
"Kieran…" I murmur, reaching my hands up to run through his hair. My fingers slide through silky-soft strands, my half-asleep state only elevating the intensity of his heat prickling my skin. His sleepy lust pushes at me through the bond, and I hold him closer to me, bringing his lips from my neck up to mine.
"Where is everyone?" I murmur into his lips, arching my back as he grinds his boxer-covered erection over me.
"Miles, Damien, out for a run" he groans as he swivels his hips, grinding into me again. "Brody, shower."
He doesn't have to tell me where Hunter is. He got called into work just after dinner last night.
His hand runs down my body, lifting my leg over his hip as he grinds his throbbing cock against my core. Pure lightning shoots through my veins, as I gasp into his mouth.
"Are you just going to tease me, or are you going to fuck me?" I challenge him, knowing it's the surefire way to get him to do exactly what I want.
Kieran can never resist a challenge.