She shrugs. “Smells a bit like pine needles.” She must notice my mouth gaping open, because she adds, “It doesn’t smell bad or anything? Anyway, so how would we pull this off?”
I think some part of me hadn’t expected her to actually consider this; I mean, it’s ludicrous after all, so that could be why I am thrown for a moment as to how to answer her question. I simply hadn’t thought this far ahead when the preposterous idea popped into my head after hearing her plight.
“Right. Convince them. Yes.” I cross my arms, staring at the table as I think it over. “We could . . . tell them we’ve been keeping our relationship a secret.”
“And why would we be doing that?”
“You’re a new physician here,” I say, still thinking. “You’ve been here, what, six months?”
Her eyes narrow. “Over a year now.”
“Right. Sorry. Regardless, it would be a perfectly reasonable line of thought that you might not want to be romantically associated with someone with my position and level of seniority starting out; I assume you wouldn’t want to gain some perceived advantage based on the achievements of your mate. Surely you would want to carve your own way without being tied to a big name. This would be a more than adequate reason to keep our pairing quiet.”
She looks a bit thrown by my assessment of her character, but doesn’t comment.
“And the suppressants? I mean, in theory . . . how would we have been having sex all this time if you’re dosed up?”
I can’t help but frown at her again. “I assure you that the suppressants don’t hinder me in that way at all.”
“Wow, really? Didn’t strike you as the dating type.”
“I’m not.”
“You definitely don’t strike me as the ‘hit it and quit it’ kind of—”
“I don’t think this line of questioning is prudent.”
“Fine, fine.” She’s nodding at the air again, her nose doing that thing once more that definitely must be a habit. I can’t decide if it is annoying or endearing. “So, this whole thing still seems more to your benefit than mine. I mean, I want to get a break from the dating scene, not land a whole-ass fake mate.”
“My scent would keep every shifter within a ten-mile radius from even considering approaching you romantically.”
I watch her eyes widen, the soft pink of her mouth parting in quiet surprise at the certainty in my tone. “How can you be sure?”
“Because no one who scented me on you would dare touch you.”
She looks surprised again, that same part to her mouth, but there’s something else there now. Something that blends with her surprise and looks oddly like curiosity again. I think I can safely assume I am the first alpha she’s ever come across. Not a far-fetched idea, given that I only know one other than myself. I watch the slim line of her throat bob with a swallow, her lips pressing together as she averts her eyes.
“Interesting,” she counters quietly.
I can see the thoughts practically racing in her head, her expression calculating as she appears to consider every possible angle of what I’m offering, or rather, requesting.
“So, what, we just . . . spend our lives in mutually beneficial fake love?”
Now it’s my turn to wrinkle my nose. “Hardly. I just need to buy myself some time to figure things out.”
“Makes sense,” she answers offhandedly, still appearing deep in thought. “So, like, a couple of weeks? A month?”
“I’m not sure,” I tell her honestly. I still don’t know if it’s a good idea to be laying all my cards out for this woman I’ve hardly ever spoken to before today, but at this point, I’m in it now. “I have a job offer in Albuquerque that I am considering. They’ve been headhunting me for a while, and they’ve offered me a chief of staff position. Their opinions on my alpha status are not as dated as those of the board here, and given my perfect record here . . .”
“But if they found out you’ve been lying—”
“I wouldn’t call it a lie,” I argue.
“—that you’ve been purposely omitting your alpha status the entire time you’ve been working here . . .”
I nod solemnly, not ashamed of my omission, since it’s a ridiculous stigma to begin with, finding it a necessary evil. It’s not as if they specifically ask for this clarification during an interview, given that doing so could potentially draw in accusations of discrimination, and it’s this minor detail that has helped ease any guilt I might have had for not mentioning it. “It could potentially paint an unflattering picture of me. Also something I’d rather not leave to chance.”