I froze, a vein popping out of my forehead as alarm bells went off in my head.
I knew this touch. I had felt it before. Not from him—but from Luis Miguel.
From shitty men who thought an Omega in a vulnerable position was theirs to take from.
I swallowed, trying to keep my shock at bay. I could be wrong, so it was better to play safe until he overdid it. I already was trialing my eyes around in search of an object… anything good enough to help me escape in case things went out of hand.
"What… what exactly is the job?"
The butcher let out a slow breath. His fingers danced lower his body while I watched. Just then…
… His hands went to his belt.
My blood went ice cold.
Oh, Dios mío.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I stumbled back so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. My shoulder slammed into the edge of the desk, pain jolting up my arm, but I didn't even notice.
"Don't," I choked out.