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My face warmed as I thought about my dream. “Even if I was, I’m not staying here. It wouldn’t work anyway.”
“I know. I’m just saying we could have had some fun times together.”
“I see.” I avoided his gaze. “Well, it’s a moot point because… you know… I’m straight.”
I’m a straight alpha who fantasizes about fucking men. Right.
“I know.” He grimaced. “I got off track. I was simply trying to say thank you for reminding me there are good alphas too. It feels nice to trust and respect an alpha again.”
I didn’t respond. What could I say? Instead, I simply closed my eyes as shame washed through me.
The mattress moved and he stood. “I’ll check on you later.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes shut. I heard the door close softly, and when I opened my eyes he was gone. I rolled over and punched the pillow, feeling frustrated. I needed to harden myself. I had shit to do, and thinking warm fuzzy feelings about Dylan was the last thing I needed. His feelings weren’t the priority. I had to remember that. Dylan was, and had always been, a means to an end.
Chapter Fifteen
Dylan
I’d taken the day off work to care for Lex. I already had tomorrow off too, so if he was still sick, I’d be here to help him. I was surprised how reticent I was to leave him alone. I liked being around him. His energy calmed me and made me happy. I hadn’t felt that in so long, it was a nice change to wake up not dreading the day.
I worried Lex might not be well enough to meet with Charles tomorrow. The other alpha wasn’t going to be patient about putting his interview off again. I could only run interference for so long before Charles would have his way. He was stubborn and not easily swayed from his task.
I sat out on the back porch, sipping some green tea. My earlier conversation with Lex was on my mind. He’d been giving off some mixed signals today. He’d been so adamant about being straight at first, and I didn’t want to read into things. But the last day, I’d caught certain looks that confused me. I’d have sworn there was a hint of lust in his gaze when I’d entered his bedroom earlier. But if he was bisexual, I wasn’t sure why he’d lie. Maybe he wasn’t aware of it? Was that possible? I didn’t know his exact age, but I guessed he was in his thirties. Could you get to be that old and not know you were bisexual? I had no idea. I’d always known I was gay.
It did seem Lex was hiding other things too. That whole conversation about him not being a good person had made me wonder what he was trying to say. No one was perfect, but he’d seemed like he was warning me off. He didn’t need to. Even if he had been open to sleeping with me, I was well aware he wasn’t staying here. He had a life back where he lived.
I frowned as it occurred to me I still really didn’t know anything about him. I hadn’t even gotten the name of his company out of him yet. Uneasiness gnawed at me as I mulled that over. He hadn’t refused to tell me; he’d burned his arm, and I’d gotten distracted. I laughed at my suspicious mind. He wouldn’t have burned himself just to avoid giving me the name of his company. That was silly.
Later tonight, if he seemed up to talking, I’d revisit the name of his company. If he brushed me off again, that would be troubling. But he wouldn’t. I was sure of that. I was letting Charles’s dire warning get to me too much. I mean, yes, it was a bit odd I knew nothing about Lex’s personal life. He knew way more about mine. He’d admitted he didn’t have anyone at home waiting for him. But I’d had to ask. He never volunteered anything. That didn’t mean he was a liar—that could just be he was private. Lots of people were. I usually was.
There was a knock on the front door, and I went to answer it, praying it wasn’t Charles. When I opened it, I found Dr. Peters standing there.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised but stepping aside to let him enter.
He grimaced as he brushed past. “Charles wanted me to come and check on your visitor.”
I closed the door and faced him. “What?”
He looked uncomfortable. “Charles asked if I’d examine the outsider.”
“His name is Lex.” I bristled.
“Right. Sorry.” He opened the black bag he carried and pulled out a thermometer and his stethoscope. “Charles just wants to make sure he doesn’t have anything contagious.”
Anger roiled in my stomach. “He’s just trying to prove Lex is faking, isn’t he?”
Dr. Peters’s face pinked. “I have no idea what his motivation is; he simply called me and asked if I’d check Lex out.”
“He’s better already. He doesn’t have anything contagious.”
He frowned. “Is there some reason I can’t examine him? It’s not unusual to have a doctor check a sick person over.”
I scowled. “It’s unusual to have a doctor appear on your doorstep when you didn’t call one.”
He sighed. “Dylan, I’m between a rock and a hard place. I can’t refuse Charles, but I can see my visit is making you uncomfortable.”
I felt bad for him. I knew Dr. Peters was a good person. He wasn’t the type to snoop, but Charles had authority, and he couldn’t ignore a request from the head of security easily. “Charles is just paranoid.”
