Andrew shifted nervously as Maxwell adjusted his tie for the 14th time.
"Maxwell, Angel, I'm fine. It's fine." Maxwell was pouting, and Andrew was trying his best not to smile. It would only upset him more.
Like Andrew had hoped, Michael had been game to help Andrew out. In fact, the company that Maxwell ran, and that he wanted Andrew to move into to work in, had several varieties of scent blockers on the market. They hadn't been tested on true alphas, so this was the perfect time to test. Especially since Andrew was so new, and therefore hadn't built up a resistance to anything yet.
Maxwell had insisted on coming with them to the flower shop, but Andrew drew the line of him actually coming into the store. Maxwell had pouted, and tried to throw a fit, but after a few whispered promises on Andrew's part, and several men not paying attention to the couple, Maxwell relented. It was just Michael and Andrew who went into the flower shop.
