Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(10)



“Miller,” Griffin replies matter-of-factly.

“I don’t want to disappoint one of the current Alphas, but I think it would be best to just stick with three for now.”

Griffin lets out a sigh of relief. Hmm, he didn’t pressure me, but it seems I chose his comfort level as well.

“Absolutely, Ms. Collins, no worries at all. Do you have a preference for which Alpha you would like to be removed?”

I shuffle my feet in embarrassment. I already wasn’t sold on this guy for my heat, so I don’t really feel guilty taking him off.

“Can we remove Jenson, please?”

“Of course,” she states, clicking the keys manically as she updates my file. “Okay, great. I have Mr. Miller here replacing the previous Alpha. I will put him on standby in case something happens with any of your selected Alphas. Can you sign this form consenting for Jenson to be one of your back up Alphas in case one of your selected options is unable to attend. Mr. Miller can you sign this consent form to participate in Ms. Collin’s heat.” She slides over the documents, which we both quickly sign.” You are all set for your next heat, Ms. Collins. Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

“No, thank you for your help.”

She gives us both a huge smile, “My pleasure, if you need anything prior to your heat, please let us know.”

I nod my head in agreement, and Griffin extends his hand for me to take.

“Well, that was a whole heck of a lot easier than I thought it would be.” I let out a huge exhale. I thought it was going to be a huge ordeal. I have to give Heat Haven credit; they have been nothing but warm and accommodating about my requests.

“I'm glad,” he replies as he gives my hand a tight squeeze. “So, when exactly do you think your heat will start?”

“Probably Friday, give or take a few days.”

“Is there anything I can do to help before your heat, honey?” When he calls me honey, my little Omega heart squeals. I know what I want, but I’m not sure I have the right to ask. Bringing my fingers to my mouth again, Griffin gives me a stern look, and I quickly drop my hands. “Emily, whatever you need or want, I gotta say, I’m pretty liable to give it to you.”

I pull on the hem of my dress. I almost forgot my panties were in his pocket. The thought turns me on. “Well, I was kinda thinking maybe we could continue more of what we were going to do in the elevator. I think doing more of that before my heat would help me with feeling more comfortable about having my heat here.”

Griffin leans in, pushing a strand of my hair away to whisper in my ear. “Where would you like me to continue eating that delicious pussy, Emily? Your place or mine?” A chill runs up my spine. I've never been with a dirty talker before, and I find myself enjoying it exponentially.

“Maybe yours? Maybe getting used to places outside of my comfort zone will help?” He leans in and places a feather-light kiss below my ear.

“Let’s get your coat and our phones from the front desk. Do you have a car here?”

“No, I took the T.”

He grunts and ushers me to the concierge, where he collects my purse and his phone as well as my jacket. He holds out the black peacoat for me, and I gingerly place each arm in. The girl at the front desk hands him a parking voucher and we head out the front door. One thing I will never get used to in New England is just how cold it gets during the winters. Not my favorite. However, I enjoy a nice comfy day by the fire with hot cocoa wrapped in a warm blanket.

I shiver as the cold air hits my skin, and Griffin puts a protective arm around my shoulder for warmth. We walk around the corner and he stops in front of a rather swanky car. I know next to nothing about cars, but it looks expensive. It's matte black with a sleek tan interior. He opens up the passenger door for me and I take a seat as graciously as possible. Once Griffin takes his seat, he starts the ignition and a warm burst of air hits my cheeks.

“Do you want the seat warmer on?” he asks me.

“Oh, yes!” What can I say? I like warm, cozy things. He chuckles and turns the seat on for me.

“Are you hungry?” My stomach grumbles at exactly that point.

“Er, yeah,” I reply. It’s like he is finely tuned into my needs...

“Do you want to sit down and eat, or get take out?” If we sit down and eat, the more time between when I get to sit on top of him, so with that logic...

“Takeout sounds great.”

He smirks at me like he knows my exact thought process.

Before we go anywhere, he pulls something up on his phone and starts clicking away. “I ordered the sweet potato ravioli as an appetizer and Bolognese for myself. Pick anything you want.”

I look over the menu, and this is not my typical takeout food. Most of these entrees cost next to forty freaking bucks! The gnocchi with the short ribs, mushrooms, and gorgonzola is calling my name. I quickly add that to the cart. Unable to help myself, I click over to the dessert menu.

“Oh, they have a special dessert! cherry-misu...like tiramisu, but with cherries. Do you like cherries?”

He lets out a little laugh. “Emily, I fucking love cherries. Add it to the cart, sweetheart.”

I quickly add the dessert to the cart and click the checkout button. He must order from here a lot because his credit card information is already saved.

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