Page 19 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Daisy gives me a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to panic.”
I snort, leaning back in the chair and willing myself to chill the fuck out so I don’t lose this opportunity to work. “I’m not panicking. I’m a little surprised about Theresa, but I’m sure I can make it work with whoever else is helping.”
Daisy grimaces. “You’ll be on your own for this one.”
“What do you mean?”
Surely, I misheard her. Heats need at least two minders, and even that can be rough, depending on how hard the heat is riding the omega.
Doing one alone isn’t normal. I’m shocked it’s something an omega would even consider.
“No one else who is a decent match for the omega’s needs was available at such short notice. Her heat came on fast and strong and we have maybe an hour before things get really rough for her if she doesn’t get help.”
I resist the urge to wipe the sweat that’s beading on my brow. How the fuck am I supposed to do this on my own?
I suck in a deep inhale and nod. “Okay, so we get started and then another minder can join us once they’re available?”
Daisy shakes her head. “You know as well as I do that she’ll be too far gone to let a stranger come in mid-heat.”
Shit. All my pretense of chill vanishes, and I pinch between my brows, closing my eyes. “Daisy…”
“I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t think you could handle it,” she says gently. “You’re the perfect person to help with this omega. She’s in a very unusual situation.”
My eyes pop back open at her choice of words. “Unusual?”
It’s Ambrose’s omega that made him lose control. It has to be.
She laughs. “Not in a bad way! She’s lovely and had a very positive reaction to your scent card. You’ll see for yourself when you meet her.” Her smile falters as she passes me a stack of papers. “If you meet her. Take a moment to read over her paperwork. I’m sorry, sugar. I feel terrible about how much pressure this is on you, and you can decline the job if you’re uncomfortable…”
We both know I won’t decline. What kind of asshole would I be to leave an omega in need and at risk of delirium and pain?
No, I’m going to do it. I’m probably going to need to ice my cock and balls for a week after, but I don’t back down from a challenge.
Besides, Ambrose is going to shit himself when he finds out I’m working this omega’s heat.
My cock twitches at the memory of how turned on Ambrose felt through the bond. He rarely loses control enough to let any arousal leak through the bond to me, so she’s got to be really special.
I scan the paperwork, and it doesn’t take long to realize what makes this omega unusual. “Is this a mistake?” I ask, pointing to the date of birth listed for the omega, Camille.
Daisy chuckles. “Nope. Today is her 40th birthday.”
“Whoa.” The shock melds with my relief, knowing I won’t be working a young, terrified omega’s heat. “And it’s really her first heat?”
“Yes.” Daisy nods, not commenting further on Camille’s age or situation. I appreciate she’s trying to be professional, but this is wild. I’ve never heard of an omega revealing so late.
“Whoa,” I murmur again.
A smile curves my lips as I flip through herinfo. On paper, we’re very compatible. If Ambrose’s reaction was any indication, things might be even more compatible once we meet.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
The cheery blonde beta across from me doesn’t bother hiding her relief. “You will? Oh, thank god. You’re a lifesaver, honey. Truly. Camille is in excellent hands.”
An idea forms in the back of my mind as Daisy enthusiastically expresses her gratitude. A potentially terrible idea, but one that could make things easier.
“I’ll do my best and we’ll have to hope that’s enough. Unless…” I pause, wondering if I’m crazy to even consider saying what I’m thinking aloud, then push forward. “Did Camille seem like she liked Ambrose?”
Daisy’s brow knits together. “Huh?”
