Dron slammed his hand against the wall and growled at the empty space.
He'd already given away the upper hand.
He wanted to make it seem like he couldn't understand her for longer.
Yet the very second he realized that she was in the room with him, not just any room but his bedroom, he couldn't hold his tongue any longer. The woman unnerved him like no other.
Still, even after he exposed himself, she tried to keep up with the facade.
As if she were really here by her own decision.
It was ridiculous.
Dron wondered what her end game actually was. If she were here simply for information, there had to be better ways for her to get it.
He closed his eyes and inhaled; it was painful. Not that she ran away scared, but the scent.
In all of Dron's life he'd never reacted to a women the way he was to this omega.
She smelled like the sweetest flower. It made Dron tempted to taste her. He wondered if she'd taste just as sweet.
With a deep groan, he pushed himself away from the door.
