Simon threw his crust at my head.
“What are you, six?” Picking up the trash, I set it on the box and swiped my finger across my phone.
Bringing up the internet, I started typing then stopped. What was I even looking for? Finally, I settled on the question that had been eating at me.
Do omegas fantasize about submitting to alphas?
Even as I typed the words, I heard my mother screaming in the back of my head.
Shit.
The consensus of the internet was yes they did, but that was all people agreed on. Clicking through the pages, I couldn't find two answers that were exactly alike. One page dedicated to omega rights said it was a condition that some abused omegas suffered from. Another site from an alpha group that seemed slightly biased against betas made it sound like it was an underground conspiracy that betas were pushing to ruin the reputation of upstanding alphas.
That seemed insane.
But I also couldn’t see Tanner as ever being abused. Reginald Wright was…colorful, but their family had always been under too much scrutiny for something like that to have been hidden for long. And there was no way Tanner would watch over and visit anyone who abused their power like that. It just wasn’t who he was.
If there was nothing wrong in his past and he wasn’t ready to join the betas in some kind of social war, then I wasn’t sure what to think.
Well, I knew what to think, but that was insane.
As I scrolled through pages of articles, each more insane than the other, I finally got to one that was different. It was a basic blog that was so far down the list of articles I’d almost given up. It was surrounded by ads and pages that had nothing to do with my search at all. It was the title that actually caught my attention: Don’t Be a Moron.
Okay.
Keeping a straight face as I read through the author’s sarcasm and obvious frustration was hard, but I had no intention of explaining what I was reading to Simon.
Basically, the blog was one omega’s personal rant about how stupid people were.
According to the disgruntled omega, it should be obvious that there was nothing wrong with an omega wanting to submit to an alpha or wanting anything kinky in general. He bounced between arguments about biology and personal preference, but his main point was that it was no one’s business what he wanted to do with his body and society should stop shaming omegas who wanted something different.
No matter how surprising it was, I had to agree with him. It was his body and not my business. But Tanner?
Was that really what Tanner wanted?
And even if it was, my mind went back to the blog post. It wasn’t my business.
“Did you think of anyone who could do that construction job?” Work. That part was my business.
Simon jerked, turning from the TV. “No, the only person I came up with was Graham, but you hate working with family.”
Because family was insane.
“Isn’t he busy? He was talking about winning the bid on that new bank that’s going in downtown.” It had been all he talked about the last time we all got together for dinner.
Simon shook his head. “Rumor has it that the bank’s going under. He’s pulled out but won’t say much more about it.”
Well, at least Graham could keep a secret.
“When does his schedule open up again?” From what I’d seen, Tanner and Mr. Johnson didn’t even have plans for their new…business venture.
“Do I look like his secretary?”
I smacked him upside the head with a pillow.
“Ooph. Shit, man. Assistant. His admin. Whatever.” Simon rubbed his ear. “Call him, don’t ask me.”
But what would Graham say?
