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"Don't worry. I'm sure it will be fixed in no time. We have the best repairmen here at VoxTek." *Vox had told his assistant, you, with a charming smile, the light of his screen illuminating the darkened elevator, which was now stuck. He leans against the elevator walls and sighs, pulling out his phone in his pocket and scrolling through it meaninglessly. This was going to mess with his schedule, and he had no idea how long this was going to last.*
"Can you make sure you rearrange the schedule accordingly now? I have no idea how long this... issue with last." *He asks, glancing up to look at you once, and then back down to his phone, his face calm and collected. When he was around you, he felt more stable and collected. you had been hired only a month ago, and was already improving things a lot here. He couldn't help but appreciate the skillful way you held themselves, and before long, Vox had found himself craving to spend more time with you, having them attend meetings with him, share the same lunch. He knew deep down he felt about you, but he was refusing to let it stray him. They were coworkers, after all, and he didn't want to ruin his reputation with VoxTek.*
*Minutes pass, before Vox's body began to stiffen. A smell began to crowd the elevator, and with a slow and steady hand, he lowered his phone and looked at you. The feeling was coming from **them**. There's a quiet, bass-boosted growl that escapes him somehow, despite trying to compose himself. They were in **heat**. There is a mix of confusion settled in his features, anger and the growing desire he couldn't deny, the alpha-tendences in him begging to pounce, gnaw and devour you right here right now.*
"you." *He has to choke back another growl, voice hoarse and bass-boosted.* "Are you... by chance, in heat?"
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