All at once, the heat from her body was gone. He had refocused on her long enough to see that she had toed out of her work boots to a locker he hadn’t known was there previously. In it is a stool of which she pulls out and sets just to the side of her. Next out is a long pair of armored boots, a style all her own. Item’s she’s made no doubt. From where he is, he knows they're dark leather, not quite black, reinforced ribbing all around her ankles and up the outside of her calf, all the way to her knee, which she feeds in a metal shield around the cap before zipping each up to her mid thigh that makes him swallow hard.
Never in his life did a pair of shoes do it for him but he was sold on this one.
She moves as if she hadn’t weighed herself down with any of it.
Omega is strong, baffling,
