This ... was NOT how Chad wanted this day to go. He had everything planned out perfectly, absolutely PERFECTLY!!
He was gonna come in to the office, show off his new techniques! Flash a smile and a grin, absolutely have Robert swooning. Chat the dispatcher up, flirt a little harder. Excude his pheromones and get Robert a little tempted. Chad could do it. He HAS done it!! Plenty of omega have lined up at his feet for him! Begged for his knot before they even finished dinner!!
Chad knew he was a prime Alpha who flaunted masculine, strong and powerful energy!!
So why ... in the absolute FUCK!!! Was Robert not taking the bait!?!? Chad looked good! He knows he does!! His hair was down and washed and styled! His clothes, a nice deep v neck to show off his chest, his pecs! Maybe not as deep cut as his Flambae costume, but fuck he certainly wasn't leaving much to imagination!! Jeans that looked like his ass was about to rip at the seams-- the fuck was wrong with this picture!?!
Chad was seething as he watched Robert toddle around, chatting to other fucking Alpha in the office, joking, snickering and then going to work with fucking-- that big ass islander guy- Royd?! The fuck!?!
Why in the shit was he being ignored!? Chad didn't think he could send out more of his scent or else all the omega from the next floor would come scrambling!! He had already fought off the ones on their current floor!
"Chad, Bae.... your smoking....." Prism says as she comes to stand next to him. He whips around with a look so venomous, even she took a step back. "Damn boy!! The fuck has your panties in a twist?!"
"Do I look like I'm ready to fuck right now?!" He growls out.
"... what?"
"Don't fucking 'what' me! Do I look fuckable right now!?!?"
Prism blinks once, twice. Three times. "I mean ya look hot is that what your asking--"
Chad grips at his hair. "I KNOW I look hot but do I look like I wanna fuck right now!?!"
"Boy, I dunno I guess why--"
A loud groan and slam of his head against the wall. He may have left a small dent. "You guess!?!?"
Prism growls back, "Why are you even asking"
"Becauseeeeeeee our fucking Dispatcher is either brain dead or doing this to purposely piss me off!!" Chad points across the way to Robert, who was chatting animatedly to Royd. Prism glances over, and then it clicks.
Ohh that's the problem. "You were looking to make a move today?" She asks (states) with a grin. "Annnnd Bobby boy isn't picking up what you layin' down is he."
Chad glares at Prism so hard, if his powers were linked to his eyes, she would be melted. She laughs. "It's not fucking funny!!" Chad growls out again, close to yelling.
"I'm sorry!! But it's kinda is!! You doing ALLLLL of this peacocking and Robert is just-- HA HA!! He ain't even payin' you no mind!!" She laughs nearly bent over, nearly falling to the floor and isn't that just a salt to the wound.
Chad can feel the vein forming in his jaw. "For fucks sake what does a guy gotta do to--"
"Have you ACTUALLY asked him!?" She says finally catching her breathe. Chad stops .... looks anywhere but at her.
".... no.... But cmon!! I'm standing here ready and waiting, I've given off more pheramones that cannot be taken as anything other than--"
"And when has Robert EVER said you have to do all that!? You-- WE-- all know Robert doesn't pay attention to any of that shit!! He needs pure, straight forwardness, Bae. You remember that visiting hero you nearly set on fire with how much he hung around Robert?? Yea Robert knew what he was doing to but didn't like being strung along like that. You know better!!" She informs before her comm went off.
" Anyway, I gotta get back. I get trying to woo him, but just be blunt, Bae... it'll take you farther."
And that ... is how Chad now finds himself, standing by Robert's desk, his face a little pink, and looking like a nervous teen.
"Hey .. Bob Bob.... you.... you have time to get dinner?" He asks quietly, even shy. Robert turns, looking at little startled, before that smile that makes Chad's heart beat just a little faster.
"Yea ... that sounds good... any place special you wanted?" As he asks, Chad gets just the littlest whiff of Robert's scent. Faint sweetness... like... vanilla?
Maybe ... just asking was always the better option.




















