“You’ll do it anyway,” he says dryly
“Yeah, that’s true. But now I haveanotherreason to annoy you!”
He stares at me coldly, but I’m not giving up until I get that name. I just need to know that he knows who she is, then I can find a way to wiggle in between them and get our pack started.
Timber sighs heavily. “Luke Newham. He’s a nutritionist Marilyn assigned to me. He’s living with me for the next four months because,apparently,my diet isn’t good enough for her.” He glares at me as if it’s somehow my fault he inhales protein bars during our breaks and won’t eat anything else.
“Luke?” I say carefully. Like there’s any way I could mix up the two names.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I’m just wondering what name to write when I get his number.” I smirk at him again.
“If you think there is any way I’m letting you sleep with my staff, then you can fuck off. And he’s a beta, so forget about it.”
“Oh? He’s your staff and not something else?” The fact that Luke is a beta just adds to the mystery.
The look of shock on his face tells me I’m on the money. I just need to keep pushing to find out how Luke and Ollie smell like mine.
His gaze speeds over me, landing straight on my crotch. His eyes widen as they shoot away, looking absolutely anywhere else, and my brow arches.
“That’s for you, if you want it,” I hum, and the way he jolts makes me edge even closer.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he growls as more red spreads across his cheeks.
I swoop down, plucking a carrot stick as my final prize.
I’m not going to drop it. I’ll come at him every day until I find the connection between them. I have a feeling if I ask Ollie outright how she knows Timber will put her on the back foot as well.
“Enjoy your little snack. You know where to find me if you want something more…meaty,” I purr, and I saunter off with a grin as Timber’s snarl follows me.
Ollie
It’s been nearly a week of living with one of the tastiest-smelling men in existence.
Well, apart from a lavender-scented alpha who’s haunting my dreams.
I’m amazed I’ve made it this far without jumping on Timber. It’s hardest when he’s actually in the house. When he’s gone, Ican either lock myself in my room and jerk off, or go outside and ignore how I want to rub one out. Not that that’s it, it’s just I can barely be around him without getting hotter than a smoking chili.
He has absolutely no reaction to me. It’s not like he’s faking it and pretending he can’t feel it. Even when I flirt and tease him, I get a good old scowl before he stomps off.
I’m not an option on any level.
Kane’s still texting me, but I only message him back when I’m feeling desperate, and even then, I keep the conversation drier than Timber’s personality.
I can’t risk Kane finding out who I am, no matter how tempting it is to ring him up and invite him over. Or go to his house, or do anything that would mean I could rub myself all over him and come enough times to stop thirsting over Timber and do my job.
I even stole the magazine from my brother so I can ogle over that picture of them. If I ever see them together in the flesh, my pussy’s going to implode.
Dealing with a cesspool of horniness and frustration is not on the menu, and Timber’s wandering around the house like I’m an annoyance instead of the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to him.
Well, I will be if he opens his eyes and sees I’m here if he wants me.
The pissiness has definitely reduced since I’ve started cooking for him, maybe because he’s eating more. I hope he feels an increase in his energy and gets better sleep. Though I’ve caught him sleepwalking in the mornings, so maybe it’slesssleep.
The oven shows 6:29 a.m. I’ve already cooked breakfast, and I’m waiting for him to get up.
I bend my head over the pot of oatmeal and stir, tension twisting in me, because I know what’s coming.
