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My heart performed an Olympic-level somersault straight into my throat. I nearly fainted, my legs were actually wobbling like a newborn foal...because for one wild, traitorous second my brain supplied an image of him meaning our home, together, clothes optional.
Reality crashed back in a millisecond later: he meant his home. Alone. Away from the omega who'd just verbally thrown himself at his boss like a horny frisbee.
"Y-yes, of course!" I stammered, stepping back so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. The sudden distance felt arctic after all that warmth. "I'll—I'll call your driver right now. He's probably on standby. Or I can get you a cab or an Uber Black or a helicopter. W–whatever you need."
Xavier gave a short nod, expression unreadable again, and turned toward the bar...probably to settle the tab or retrieve his jacket or perform some other dignified exit ritual.
