Chapter 21
Once the door closed behind Rafael, Channing rounded on Grant. “Your behavior has been appalling, Director!” The fussy man smoothed his perfect hair and appeared to calm himself. “However, I admit some measure of blame—I was distracted and must have been careless with the lock.”
Hoping to gather a few shreds of dignity—as much as a sprawled half-naked man with his d**k flopping about can have, he offered, “Mr. Channing, I apologize for this spectacle. I’m embarrassed, but the scent of the omega—” He breathed deep and rolled his head back, letting the man reach his own conclusions.
Channing sneered. “I’m not surprised. This is why our system of carefully controlled matching is so much better than these primitive free-for-alls.”
Fearing it was useless, Grant nonetheless had to
