Three years ago
"Good morning, Rachel, you are looking especially attractive this morning. Have you done something new with your hair? Is that a hint a purple I see?" I ask my supervisor as I walk into work ten minutes late—for the third time this week.
"It is!" She smiles, touching her brown—and now purple streaked—hair, "I just got it done yesterday."
"Well it looks very flattering on you," I give her my best panty-dropping-grin, hoping she won't mention my tartiness.
"That's kind of you to notice," she says gently touching my arm. Works. Every. Time.
"I alway take notice of the little things," I reply, subduction not exactly missing from my tone.
Another one of my coworkers walks past, probably hoping to slip by unnoticed by they aren't so lucky.
"Jessie!" Rachel stops her in her tracks, "did you just get here?" She marches up to her.
"Um... yes..." she says uncomfortably.
"This isn't the first time either, if my memory serves," Rachel reproaches the younger girl. Rachel is only 29 but she talks like she's twenty years older.
"I-it won't happen again ma'am," Jessie promises, scurrying off like a scared mouse. In truth it was my fault Jessie is late again, she was sleeping over at my place last night and I insisted on one more round before work, making us late. She also stopped for coffee on her way so it wasn't totally my fault.
"What time are you taking your break?" Rachel asks, turning back to me, all signs of the hostility she showed Jessie lost.
"2:00 as usual," I smile, knowing where this is going.
"Staff bathroom, 2:00 sharp then," she decided, running her hand down my arm as she passes by me.
"Yes, ma'am," I reply, turning to watch her walk into the back room. Her tight fitting jeans really show off her curves, and I bet she's purposefully swaying her hips like that when she walks.
"Marty!" I turn to see Jessie, beckoning me over. I walk over and the petite blonde crosses her arms trying to look stern but her delicate features are having trouble pulling it off convincingly. "How come I got reprimanded but you didn't?"
"Luck?" I suggested, shrugging. But we both knew that was a load of crap.
"Are you sleeping with her again?" she asks, giving me a pointed look. What do you mean again? I never stopped.
"What are you? My mom?" I retort defensively.
"I want to be your girlfriend, or at least the only person you're sleeping with," she says, actually looking a little hurt. I'm worried she's going to start crying.
"Look: I told you when we started this, I don't do exclusive," what I didn't tell her was that I was waiting for my mate. "Maybe we should end this," I suggest and immediately regret it as Jessie starts crying. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. "Nonnnoo," I stammer panicking. I take her by the wrist and pull her into the empty break room. "Shh, shhh, stop crying. Please stop crying," I say grabbing tissues and trying to clean her face of tears but they just kept coming.
"You don't want to date me?" She sobs a littler louder than I appreciate and I try and shush her again.
"It-it's not you," I stammer, "it's me. It's all me, I'm just waiting for the right person!"
"So I'm not good enough for you? Is that it?" She sobs, I'm clearly not very good at this.
"No! No, that's not it at all," I promise but she's still crying. "I'm gay, okay?" I say and she abruptly stops to look at me. It's kind of a lie 'cause I'm totally pansexual but it makes her stop crying. I let out a sigh of relief until she says something else that makes me want to eat my words.
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The Alpha's Choice
Werewolf(Previously titled Well I Don't Give a Shit) Alpha's have a lot of responsibility. They have to make big decisions for their packs, but sometimes those choices are made for them. A decision was made for me, and I couldn't go against it, even if I wa...
