Page 75 of Claim Me
Hoping that might actually be the case, I get a little bolder, do another reckless thing, and turn to face him.
I see his profile against the shifting green water, pale and refined.
His lips are slightly parted and flushed, like soft raspberries.
For some stupid reason, I want to know.
"Are you, like me, also a virgin?"
There’s an immediate change in him.
The softness disappears. Tension returns, with a slight tightening of those soft lips. Without looking at me, he answers coldly,
"You seem very interested in my sex life."
"You know, one clause in our marriage contract got me thinking. I don’t know if you added it or if it was standard, but it said that if something more were to happen between us, you wouldn’t want me looking for other omegas. So… it’s an option?"
Blue turns his head away so I can’t see his face, looking out toward the city horizon beyond the skyscrapers, then says in a rough tone,
"That clause was added by my lawyer. It was his idea. I don't anticipate such scenarios."
So formal again, putting distance between us. I don’t like it, I want more, some reaction, so, I keep pressing. Feeling a bit like I’m drunk in my sudden desire for him, my questions turn direct: "But you could just refuse it altogether. Why didn’t you? Did you leave a small opening for something more happening between us?"
Blue’s heart speeds up gradually.
I feel like rushing downhill, taking up on speed, the topic turning more and more dangerous.
"In one of your interviews, you said that because of your accident, the instincts typical of omegas are diminished in you, your libido. Is this true?"
He turns toward me, irritation showing on his face, and yet he answers, as if he wants to firmly correct me.
"Wow, Gabriel, you’re coming on strong. And I have never made a secret of what happened in my past. But that doesn't mean I want to discuss it with my employee while half naked in a pool."
Blue says this all in a sharp tone, looking at me like a strict teacher putting a disruptive student in place,
"I don't know what your goal is or why you are pursuing this topic so intrusively, but I insist we not return to it, as it doesn't concern our professional relationship." His tone remains slightly elevated, but still very stiff and formal.
I let out a breath and idly move my fingers through the water, staring at the turquoise glow beneath the surface.
To my own demise, I just can't stop…
My suddenly awakened hunger pushes me over the edge. I feel like I’m falling into an abyss, further, deeper into a subject that clearly annoys him, like I’ve lost my brakes.
"I didn’t mean to offend you, but if we’re going to spend day after day together for the next ten years, I’d like to know you better. And there’s one thing you should know." My voice wavers a bit, "If the marital contract were written differently, if part of my duties included… what usually exists between spouses, I would take on those duties too."
I see his face change, first flushing red, then paling slightly, then coloring again as his jaw tightens hard.
"A duty? Oh! How very noble of you!" His tone goes darker.
I blink in shock, but still carried by my own recklessness, I whisper, "You took it all wrong. It wouldn’t be an unpleasant duty. I phrased it that way so I wouldn’t come off as some horny creep, which I… probably do anyway. But if you want my honesty, I find you very attractive. Exactly my type, both physically and personality-wise. I admit our start was outrightterrible, and I misjudged you. But in a different scenario, I… wouldn’t mind us being more than just employer and employee."
Yes, I actually said that.
A heavy silence falls between us.
The tension hangs in the air as he stares at the surface of the water, his cheeks noticeably flushed red. He’s hard to read.
From his words, it sounds like he hated the conversation, yet his energy feels… different! Confused, almost like he’s fighting something internally, running through some scenarios… And he came here wearing basically nothing, what a contrast to his neoprene suit. So he doesn’t mind me looking?
