Page 25 of Pack Choice
“That means standing guard in case some loon tries to …” She waves her hand around dismissively. “I don’t know what Axel and Angel actually think could happen.”
“Wasn’t their mate kidnapped?” I ask seriously.
“Yes, but that’s Bea not me.”
“You’re an omega. There’s always risk.”
She sighs. “You really believe I’m at risk?”
I lower my voice so the office workers so obviously snooping in on our conversation can’t hear us.
“I think your family has enemies.” The other reason this woman needs a bodyguard. Her brothers don’t always play fair and that’s irritated certain people. Vengeful people.
“My brothers have enemies, not me.”
“It doesn’t make a difference. You come from a wealthy family which makes you a target for a possible kidnap. And you’re an unmated omega. There are alphas out there, packs out there who would–”
“Yes, I know, and that’s why you’re here.” She fidgets on her chair. “Not to ensure I’m fed.”
“You know Silver will put me on a written warning if he finds out you fainted under my watch.”
She groans. “Yes,” she concedes, “and that would just be for starters.”
“Exactly, so come on. Lunch.”
She closes her eyes and rolls her head from side to side, her throat elongating momentarily and her thrumming pulse-point exposed for me to see, begging for a set of teeth. Then she stretches her hands above her head, thrusting her rib cage forward and drawing my attention straight to her cleavage. Then she stands. Wiggling as she does.
I motion for her to go first and watch more of that wiggle all the way down to the sandwich shop on the ground floor. We join a long line of people and she rolls her neck again, sending a whiff of her scent flooding into my nostrils. Spicy yet sweet. A combination I never knew I’d like but one I find myself desperate to taste.
“How is your first morning going?” I ask her, as those big blue eyes flick across the menu choice.
“Oh, you know, so so.”
I frown. From where I was sitting, she seemed to be getting along fine. “Is it the list?”
“Well … no.”
“Your boss?” I say darkly, ready to sprint up fifteen floors, find the bastard and smack his head against a wall.
“No, I mean, he’s a jerk.” I keep my face neutral and concerned. Inside, I’m jumping for joy. She thinks he’s a jerk. “It’s everyone else.”
“What’s wrong with everyone else?”
“I don’t think they like me.”
I try my utmost to keep my face blank but I’m pretty sure my damn cheek twitches. “Why would you think that?”
“The catty looks I’ve been receiving all morning. And whenever I ask anyone a question, I receive a one-word answer. Oh and when I asked that Simone girl to point me in the direction of the bathroom yesterday, she sent me into a broom cupboard.”
I frown, making a mental note to speak with the Simone girl later.
“You’re just new. Everyone is always wary of the new recruit.”
“Really?” she says, not looking convinced.
“Sure,” I lie, “they put me through the wringer when I joined the military.”
“That was the army. This is an office job.”
