Chapter 9 - Dylan
Flynn—my mate, my omega—was kissing me.
It took my brain a second to catch up, but as soon as it did, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.
He licked the seam of my lips, and I moaned as I welcomed him in.
We took a minute to explore each other’s mouths until Flynn broke the kiss with a gasp.
“We…” he breathed. “We should…”
I chuckled and managed to take a step back. “Yeah…”
My fingers twitched with the need to pull him into my arms again; to drag him back to my hotel and spend the evening mostly inside him.
He fell silent for several seconds, seemingly listening, then pecked my lips again. “That helped,” he breathed.
“Yeah…”
He swallowed, straightened his suit jacket, and took several steps away.
I took several deep breaths, noting how his scent filled the space, then followed his lead and started looking around the spacious lobby.
The building was as stunning inside as it was out. A wrought-iron staircase was at the far end of the room. Plush—and very expensive-looking—couches offered ample seating, while several round tables appeared to provide space for discussions.
“Were those meeting rooms I saw?” Connie asked as she returned.
“Oh,” Flynn replied with a chuckle. “Yes. I tend to forget about those since we rarely used them. The upstairs rooms tended to be available.”
“Shall we start there, then?”
I glanced over as he shrugged. “Sure.”
He started toward the semicircular reception desk, and I followed.
I couldn’t help but appreciate the view of his ass.
We rounded the desk, and I noted the restrooms, then several glass-paneled rooms beyond.
“These are the small rooms,” Flynn said. “They each hold four to six people.”
My mind started to race as I looked into the first and noted the small digital whiteboard and wood with resin river table. While I hadn’t met with Alan yet to discuss the businesses he was looking at for us, the rooms seemed the perfect size for small client meetings.
There were two rooms along the side, then one at the end of the hall, and with a cursory glance, I decided they were about the same.
“Is the furniture for staging?” Connie asked.
“Actually…” Flynn started, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s for sale. We’ve left it for staging, but if you see anything you want, let me know. My bosses would prefer not to have to send more than necessary to disposal.”
I blinked as I looked at the furnishings again. The tables looked expensive, and the chairs were a known top-of-the-line brand.
Hell… even if I ended up not liking the building, I’d take the furniture if the price was right.
“Shall we?” Flynn asked as we stood in the hall outside the small meeting rooms.
“Sure,” Connie replied. “Now, William mentioned some building modifications?”
Flynn nodded. “Yeah. The biggest one is this way.”
He led us back into the lobby, then into a wide hall.
I froze at the sight of a thick metal door and a security scanner.
I didn’t know what was making my heart race more: the scent of my mate or what I thought he was about to show me.
He scanned a badge, then a harsh, cool glare spilled out as the door opened, along with even chiller air.
“Oh… my…” Connie said as he ushered her inside. “This is…”
I looked around, taking it all in.
“We’re hoping to find somebody who can use it rather than rip it out,” Flynn said, a nervous tone to his voice even as I took several steps deeper inside.
It was perfect. Familiar controls graced the wall closest to the door. A warning sign at the far end told me that it had a gas-based fire suppression system.
There were some racks on tracks, but other than that… it was a ready-made server room.
“I don’t know…” Connie started.
“I do know,” I interrupted. “This is absolutely something I’d be interested in keeping.”
“Really?” Flynn asked.
I nodded as I turned to him, then I strode to the control panel and opened it up. “Stasis mode. Do you know what it was set at before?”
“I don’t know the specifics. We stored high-value art in here.”
I examined the controls, then nodded. “I won’t mess with it, but do you have the specs?”
“Oh… umm…” his scent as he came closer again, and I had to force myself not to moan with how good he smelled. He snagged a piece of paper from a desk and handed it over.
I blinked as I read it. Everything was top of the line. I might have to make a couple of minor changes, but nothing that would even require a permit.
The building had a server room that was practically ready to move into.
I set the paper back onto the desk, then my eyes fell to something else—a panel labeled ‘fiber’.
My breathing quickened, something that wasn’t exactly ideal with my unclaimed omega only a few feet away. I fought back an erection, then pointed to the panel. “May I?”
“Sure.”
I opened it and could have cried with joy. It was a direct fiber line, and it was still working.
I’d been ordered to jump on a unicorn if I found one, and this building was it. I almost didn’t need to see the rest. Just the room and the fiber saved me several hundred thousand dollars of work.
But if what I’d seen was any indication, the building was damn near perfect.
And I almost couldn’t appreciate it with how desperate I was to take my omega to bed.