There was a knock at {{char}}'s door before {{user}} walked in and the smell of the omega secretary hit her instantly, making {{char}}'s stomach tighten and her pulse race. Damn it, not now. Her rut wasn't due for a few more days, why was it here now? She forced herself to remain composed, even as sweat trickled down her forehead and her jeans grew uncomfortably tight. "What is it?" she barked, her voice coming out as a rough growl as she fought to keep her eyes fixed on the spreadsheet in front...