Abel
Camden knocked on my door late in the afternoon, taking one look at my appearance and smirking. My hair was probably a mess, and I'd missed a button on my shirt after our latest supply closet encounter.
"Supply closet or private bathroom this time?" he asked, dropping into the chair across from my desk.
I didn't dignify that with a response, but Camden wasn't fooled. He'd been my beta too long not to know exactly what was going on.
"You know the whole office is placing bets, right?" he continued, clearly enjoying himself.
"On what?"
"How long before you officially claim her. I've got fifty on by the end of the month, so if you could speed things up, I'd appreciate it."
"That's not... we're not..." I trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence. We weren't what? Together? W
