Page 2 of My Omega's Baby
I smirked. “Maybe. At least I wouldn’t have to put up with him anymore.”
“Knock it off, Blade.” He cleared his throat and leaned forward, glancing around the office as if he was uneasy. “Listen, I have some other news.”
“What kind of news?”
He grimaced. “You won’t like it. But it’s not up to you or me.”
My stomach sank. “What?”
“Fist and Shield are merging.”
I kept my face blank even though I wanted to jump up and scream. “Excuse me?” As far as I knew, my company, Shield, was doing fantastic. Fist had been around a few years longer, but Shield had burst onto the bodyguard scene with a bang. “Why?”
“Nice job controlling your facial expressions.” He returned to leaning back in his chair with his hands crossed. “That skill set will come in handy while you’re watching over Wyatt.”
This day was really turning out to be a bummer. Frustration and confusion boiled in my gut. “I don’t understand the need for merging.”
“It’s a done deal. You and I have no say in the matter.”
“But why would we merge?”
He shrugged. “We go after the same jobs all the time. It makes more sense to join forces and stop stepping on each other’s toes.”
“No it doesn’t.” I’d enjoyed stealing jobs from under Fist’s nose. It had made the work twice as enjoyable to see Wyatt and his crew pissed off when we snagged a juicy job out of their hands.
“I take orders just like you. If the higher-ups say we’re merging, then I’ll keep my mouth shut and do what they say.” He twisted his lips as he studied me. “If you like your job, you should do the same.
I sighed. “So if we’re merging, what does that mean exactly?”
“It will affect me more than you.” He patted a thick file on his desk. “I have to familiarize myself with all of Fist’s agents so I can assign them cases that work to their strengths.”
“If you were worried about that, you wouldn’t have me babysitting Wyatt’s ass,” I grumbled.
His gaze was impatient. “I don’t get why you two hate each other so much.”
“He’s arrogant.”
He chuffed. “So are you.”
“He’s a dick. He thinks it’s hysterical to play pranks on me when I’m on the job.” I narrowed my gaze. “Remember when he hired that stripper to pretend to pull me over? I didn’t find that nearly as funny as you all did.”
He grinned. “Oh, come on. It was great. You were so pissed off at the guy for stopping you, and your face was priceless when the dude started pulling off his clothes.” He chuckled. “Thank God for dash cams. That was a riot.”
My face warmed and I sat up straighter. “It was a stupid prank. The guy wasn’t even a good stripper.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Are you an expert on male strippers?”
I scowled. “No.”
“You should lighten up.”
I bugged my eyes. “Really? Because I thought the point of my job was to keep my clients safe. I take my charges safety very seriously, and being pulled over by strippers or having someone crank call me interferes with that.”
“You were at the end of your details both times. No one was in any danger.” He snorted. “Besides, you got him back good with that fake flat-tire ruse you pulled.”
I perked up. “Yeah.” I grinned. “That was awesome. I made sure the chick had big boobs. I knew he couldn’t resist helping some girl who was that hot.”
“It was hysterical.”
