Page 16 of The Boss Omega
He’s probably a good cuddler.
Not part of the job description.
She ignores me.
“So your schedule is flexible,” Alice asks from her chair beside me. She and I have become friends of a sort since I started this process. I appreciate her attentiveness during these interviews. I’d be a mess without her.
“Yeah.” He leans back slightly in his chair. “I work remote and can usually move my schedule around. “
“So, if one of the alphas can’t be here, we could count on you to help out?”
“Sure. I mean, sometimes I have meetings I can’t get out of. But normally, I can be here in the day if the others need the night shift.”
He answers all of Alice’s questions without hesitation. Availability. Preference. Boundaries. He seems steady and reliable.
My omega stretches lazily.He’s fine.
That’s it. The total review. No racing pulse. No pull low in my belly. Fine. Which, honestly, yeah. That’s all I want.
“It was nice to meet you, Lark.” He takes my hand in a hearty shake.
“You, too.”
His scent lingers after the door clicks shut behind him.
Alice waits until he walks further down the hall before she speaks. “So,” she says, “do you like him?”
“He seems dependable.”
She punches something into her tablet. “His schedule is the most flexible of your finalists.”
I nod. “That’s important. I should have paid more attention to availability when I selected.”
She waves away my concern. “It’s always a problem.”
Five alphas minimum. That’s the goal. Five alphas with jobs, obligations, lives outside of service heats, and the flexibility to drop everything when my body decides it's time.
After two weeks of texting I've whittled thirty down to nine. Which sounds like progress until you remember I need five. I can't afford to be too picky. My body certainly won't be.
“So yes or no?” Alice asks.
I hesitate. “Yes.”
“Got it.” She taps on her tablet before looking at me. “CoffeeGuy789 is next.”
I swallow. This is the alpha that’s given me the most anxiety to meet. He seems good.Toogood. It makes me tense.
We like him,my omega purrs.
We don’t know him, I think, but there’s no point correcting her when she’s like this.
“Great,” I tell Alice.
Alice smooths the front of her blazer as she stands. “I’ll go to the lobby and see if he’s here. Do you want a water or anything?”
I wave her off and she heads out the door.
CoffeeGuy’s ourfavorite.
