Page 74 of Omega Tricked

God, I was going to enjoy wiping that arrogant look off his face. “Well, I’m here now.”

“Yeah. You are.” He gestured to a folding chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”

“It’s not going to electrocute me, right?” I sat as I spoke, crossing my arms.

His mouth was a grim line. “Is this all a big joke to you, Lex?”

“You kind of are.”

He shook his head. “Why? Because I take protecting the residents seriously?”

I chuffed. “Something tells me you take everything seriously. I feel sorry for your omega, if you have one. You must be a ton of fun in bed.”

Red spears appeared on his high cheekbones. “I don’t have an omega.”

“Yeah, cuz that was the point.” I was purposely being antagonistic. I wanted him good and mad when I finally came clean. That way he’d be more likely to escort me from the premises personally.

“I can’t imagine what the hell Dylan sees in you.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why he respects you either. I think you’re a power-hungry blowhard.”

He shook his head. “I care about these alphas and omegas. They’re vulnerable and they need my protection.”

“Whatever.” I shrugged and glanced out into the other part of the building. “Where is everybody?”

“On patrol,” he snapped.

I was stalling because I was a bit nervous about launching into my confession. He was already pretty worked up, and I wasn’t looking forward to his fury. For all my bravado, he was an intimidating alpha.

He sat down behind his desk and shuffled some papers. “Let’s start with your full name.”

I felt breathless as I said, “Lex Osborn Sabine. Age thirty-nine. I’m six foot, one-hundred and seventy pounds of pure muscle.”

He chuffed. “Right.” He scribbled on a pad, but then he looked up sharply. “Wait… did you saySabine? Lex Sabine?”

“That’s right.” I held his gaze. I’d expected it to take longer for him to recognize the name and react. But he looked immediately guarded.

“Corbin Sabine’s son?”

“Yes.” I watched him as various emotions flickered across his face. He almost looked… worried.

He set his pen down. “What are you doing in Yellow Springs?”

“Looking for my dad.”

His gaze darkened. “You lied to Dylan. You said you were a medical supply salesman.”

“I couldn’t very well announce who I was, now could I?”

“Why not?” he asked softly.

“You know why.”

“Do I?” A muscle worked in his cheek.

“Dylan wouldn’t necessarily know who I am. But you would. If he’d said he wanted to bring Corbin Sabine’s son inside the compound, I’d have never made it past you.”

Color seemed to drain from his face. “Why?”