3
TRAVIS
I watchBlair head into the back a little too long, taking in her image.
She’s wearing that damn short skirt again, and it’s driving me nuts.
Her golden hair cascades down her back, and my fingers twitch with the urge to run my fingers through the strands.
But she’s not my Omega. She’s my friend at best, my coworker at worst.
“Oh, shit,” the annoying customer says, and I catch him watching Blair walk away as well. “I didn’t realize she was yours. Sorry, man.”
My chest tightens. There are so many things wrong with what he said, but I simply reply with, “she’s not.”
“Is she single, then?”
The nerve of this fucker.
Snapping his fingers at her, talking about her like she’s some object to own…
It’s becoming more and more difficult not to break his wrist.
“No, she’s not,” I lie, snarling my answer, and the asshole raises his hands in surrender, his eyes widening.
“Fuck, sorry,” he mutters. “Whatever. I don’t need a fucking drink from this shithole anyway.”
I continue to glare daggers at him until he leaves.
Prick.
Blair always seems to take it in stride whenever customers treat her like that.
The comments don’t bother her. Instead, she usually fires back with some quip or insult so subtle that the asshole doesn’t even realize it’s aimed at him, and I end up chewing the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot.
She’s clever, smart as hell, and determined.
“I didn’t realize she was yours.”
She’s not.
I want her to be, though.
But this crush, as my packmates would call it, is one-sided. She’s made it clear in off-handed comments that she has no interest in dating.
So, I silently pine after her, like a lovesick idiot from some cheesy romance novel.
I let her tell me all about her rescue, holding on to every crumb of information she gives me.
I take pictures of any cats I see just to have a reason to talk to her about something.
I look for any reason to be near her and her delicious scent.
She’s all violets and sugar, like a sweet, forbidden bouquet.
The worst part about all of this is that I’ve never scented someone as mouthwatering as her. My inner Alpha wants to be around her at all times, even just to share the same space together.
Scentsis always filled with a cocktail of different aromas from the staff and customers, so I’ve never been fully able to just inhale pure Blair.
