Page 27 of Briar
I don’t bother trying to hide. She gives me a smile. “Ah, curious about the new dancer?” she asks me.
“I am,” I nod. “He’s something else.”
“You’re telling me. I’m jealous of the way he can move. He used to be a ballerina.”
My brows jump. “Really?” That would explain the gracefulness of his moves. I wonder why he’s working here.
When my eyes flick towards the office door, Lacy lets out a laugh. “I’ll let you get back to your snooping. But if the boss asks, you never saw me. Got it?”
“Got it,” I laugh.
Lacy continues down the hallway and I quickly rush to the office door. Just as I’m about to reach it, the words, “Bet you didn’t think you’d meet your scent match at the strip club today, huh?” Has me stumbling to a halt.
Did he just say scent match?
My heart starts to race, this gross feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.
“Close the door,” Atlas growls, and then the door is being slammed shut.
I stand there, stunned, not sure what else to do.
Atlas found his scent match. Does that mean we’re over?
Years of pining after one another and it was all for nothing.
What about the connection we have? Something like that can’t just go away overnight.
A million different things run through my mind, but I shut them down.
I’m not the kind of person who allows my thoughts to run wild. It’s better to get the facts than assume.
So, I decide to stay and talk to Atlas, to ask him what this means for us.
Only, when the omega doesn’t come out after a few moments, I start to worry.
Then there’s a moan and a grunting sound from behind the closed door.
They’re fucking in there?
I’m not sure if I should cry, or be turned on.
All the worst thoughts try to consume my mind, but I shake them away. Atlas isn’t the kind of guy to fuck around on me. I know that if it wasn’t for the fact that they’re scent matches, that omega wouldn’t be in that room with him right now.
Not wanting to torture myself with the sound of the two of them together, I move away from the door, leaning against the wall.
I start to grow impatient with the need for them to be done. I want this man to leave so I can talk to Atlas, yet for some reason I have the urge to talk to the omega too. Not to chew him out for taking my man, because the fact is, Atlas isn’t mine. At least not yet. But I’d like him to be. If this omega will even allow it.
But there's something about this man that has me wanting to know him better. To just, be around him.
When the door finally opens and the omega walks out, I panic. As much as I’d like to talk to this guy, now is not the time.
This time I do hide, ducking into one of the rooms, letting the darkness of the dimly lit hall hide me.
I watch him, the smile of pure happiness on his face a stab to the heart.
No, Briar. No jumping the gun. Talk to Atlas. See where his head’s at.
But I can’t seem to leave my hiding spot, even though the omega is gone now.
