I'm the head of security. I literally just got done freaking out because Warren was swooning over Anders. How am I supposed to remain objective if I start doing the same thing?
Getting tangled up in something as complicated as a relationship with a hired omega seems like a terrible life choice right now. I've got too much on the line, and I need to be at the top of my game. This is my job, it's who I am. I'm methodical and I'm careful. I'm not going to let myself get distracted by some sexy little omega. Those are a dime a dozen anyway.
But, then again, none of the others stood up to me the way Isaac did. Sure, they all cheered when he was done, but they were content to just sit back and let things happen. None of them were going to stick their necks out for someone else.
Stopping short, I gasp for breath. My pace has kicked up a notch as my thoughts shift to Isaac. I’m not even sure when I broke out into a full run and sprinted the rest of the way back to the main path.
The sky overhead is a purply periwinkle, and the first stars are beginning to show. I'm drenched in sweat, feeling more aggravated than I was before my run…which is annoying. I glance at my watch and groan. I need to go meet Warren because we're supposed to finalize the staff schedule with the omegas in a few minutes.
But first, I need to go change my shirt and maybe take a cold shower. Thinking about Isaac has my blood running hot, and I need a clear head when we go talk to them. The last thing I need is to pop a boner the next time I see him.
Five
Isaac
It's morning, and I bounce out of bed with a grin. Today's the day everything gets way more exciting. The guests will be arriving in a few hours, and I’m looking forward to mingling. Flirting is something I genuinely enjoy, and it’s one of the reasons I’ve been moderately successful in my short time at Omega for Hire.
Farron even told me that if I keep it up, I’ll probably be one of the top earning omegas next year. Unfortunately, I need money now. A lot of it actually, and there’s not much I wouldn’t do to get my hands on some. That’s why I intend to use every ounce of charm I’ve got to get some good tips today.
Between those and the wage I’m guaranteed to earn over the next two weeks, I should have enough cash.
Meeting my own gaze in the mirror, I muster up some confidence as my internal pep-talk concludes. All I need is to get out there and kick some metaphorical asses.
Anders is still fast asleep as I go about my morning routine, doing my best not to wake him since he's got the night shift.
Our room isn't very big, but we're probably not going to be in here for much more than sleeping, so I'm fine with it. Anders had been annoyed when he first saw it, and he launched into a long rant about how we're being taken advantage of. Two twin beds are pushed against opposite walls. There's a window over each bed with a door in between. Two small dressers sit at the foot of the beds with plenty of room for the drawers to be pulled out on both dressers at the same time.
The worst part is we have a communal bathroom that we share with all the other staff on our floor. Thankfully, it's clean and there are plenty of showers.
I took a shower before bed last night, so I don't waste any time getting dressed. I had been a little apprehensive when I finally got my hands on my uniform, but now I'm excited. I hold up the impossibly small piece of fabric and bite my lip with nervous energy. I've never worn something like this before, and I'm not sure what the final result is going to look like. But I'm hopeful.
I pull out the curtain that divides our tiny living space in half and quickly get changed. Honestly, it feels less like I'm getting dressed for work and more like I'm stripping down. It takes me a few minutes of adjusting before everything is seated properly, but I make it work. It's not exactly comfortable, but when I glance in the mirror, I’m surprised.
The white thong is made of a stretchy bathing suit-type material. My cock is carefully packaged, tucked out of sight, and yet still somehow on full display. I turn slightly to look at myself from behind. My ass is completely exposed save for a thin piece of fabric that really does nothing for my modesty.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s a little embarrassing. Yet, I have to admit, I look damn good. All those hours at the gym, all those calories I’ve counted, all those skin products, not to mention that full body wax, have certainly paid off. I am going to be rolling in tips by the end of the day.
Not only that, but I'm going to have some wicked tan lines when I finally go home.
Grabbing the thigh length cotton robe that was provided, I quickly pull it on. While it's not technically part of the uniform, we were told to use it when we're off duty and between shifts. Strangely, I’m feeling a little empowered by the sheer amount of sex appeal I've got going on right now.
My smile is a mile wide as I slip on my sandals.
There’s only one more thing to take care of.
I pull my backpack out from beneath the bed and open it up. I still haven't taken the time to properly unpack everything yet. I was too excited yesterday and spent most of the day hanging out with Anders and just talking. My heart starts to pound as I dig through the contents of my bag, looking for the small box of suppressants I bought just for this trip.
Panic starts to rise in my chest and my heart rate spikes. I can't find it.
I dump the contents of my backpack on the bed and dig through the clothes, toiletries, chargers, and other random crap I brought along. I can't find it. The brand new, unopened box I was sure I bought is nowhere to be seen.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit…" I mutter, digging through everything for a third time. I unfold every single piece of clothing, just in case it got stuck inside somewhere.
"Isaac?" Anders' sleepy voice emerges from the other side of the curtain. "Everything okay."
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." I lower my voice but it's already too late. The damage has been done. I'm a shitty roommate.
"What's going on?" I can hear him moving around in his bed. "I'm gonna pull back the curtain, okay?"
"Yeah." I sigh and sit on the edge of my bed in defeat.
The curtain slides back, and Anders stands in the middle of the room with a look of surprise on his face.
"Decided to unpack?" he jokes.
"I can't find my suppressants," I blurt. My chest is tight and my thoughts are running haywire. "I know I bought them. I'm almost certain I packed them. I can't find them anywhere."
"Shit," Anders echoes my earlier sentiment.
I bite my lip and try to work up the courage to ask him the question that's weighing heavily on both of us. "You wouldn't happen to have any extras, would you?"
Anders's gaze flicks away from me and his expression contorts slightly. "I wish but I only have enough to last me two weeks." He sighs with a frown. "I might have one or two extra but…I was counting on them lasting until I got home, so I could buy some more. I'm sorry, Isaac."
"No, no, I understand completely. Don't worry." Suppressants aren't cheap, and they're in high demand. Pretty much every omega I know lives box to box and rarely has any stockpiled. That's just the way life is. But it was worth a shot.