Kane leans forward, lifting her hand from the table and kissing the back of it. “Looks like we’ve got you all to ourselves.”
Instead of softening into Kane like she did every other time she spoke to him, she finally looks at me again.
Now that Ash is gone, she relaxes, but it puts me on edge that she acted like that the second she sat down.
Her gaze captures me and speaks of so much more than any words she could say.
Or maybe I’m imagining it because I suddenly want her attention so badly, I’m ready to make up anything just so she’ll keep looking at me. It doesn’t matter that I realize another omega has bewitched me when I can’t stop it.
“You can just ask me about it,” she says slyly as she takes a sip of her water.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“Luke.” She smirks. “My brother. Because you’re probably wondering why he’s suddenly sitting here in a dress on a date with this guy.” She jabs her thumb at Kane, who just chuckles.
I nod. “You look exactly like him,” I croak. The same feelings I have for Luke are simmering, nearly boiling over. That nervous tightness, that excitement of potential, the way every part of her is so intensely attractive that I’m edging forward in my seat.
“Don’t I?” she asks as she lowers her glass. “I’m guessing he never told you we’re twins? I thought your boss lady would have mentioned it at least. We met her before we took on the job.”
Marilyn didn’t say a thing about it either, and I’m left completely dumbfounded about how Kane met her when I don’t know her at all.
As the conversation flows, I try to talk to her. I want to make her smile, to touch her, to find out what her scent is, but Kane is there like a barrier. He steals her attention, dominating the conversation, making sure I can’t reach her.
I don’t understand why he’s blocking me after all his talk of wanting us to meet.
If he’s so desperate for me to get to know her, why isn’t he letting me get near her?
I need to talk to her without Kane watching me like it’s some kind of experiment. I want space to find out if these feelings that are suddenly storming through me are real, or if it’s just my bullshit alpha side kicking into action again.
Is it possible to feel this way about a brother and sister at the same time? I’m sure of how I feel about Luke, but my response to her feels instant. With Luke, it’s been a build-up. Even if it was uncomfortable, I had time to think and adjust to how I want to be with him. But I’m practically vibrating with need at the sight of Ollie. Need for her to look at me and pay fucking attention to me as well as Kane.
I cut Kane off in the past every time he suggested that the three of us go on a date, but sitting here with the two of them feels more natural than I’ve felt in years.
And it makes me want to see Luke again to find out what the hell is going on.
Kane
Ireally want to nudge Timber and tell him to go and sit next to her. Maybe pull her onto his lap. Maybe tear her dress off so he can run his hands over her chest. Then she can watch me as he kisses her neck and growls as he makes her moan the way she did for me in the heat room.
We can both see it. He’s not even trying to hide how fascinated he is with her. The way he’s staring at her borders on obsessive, and I’m trying to do some damage control by stopping him swarming her so she doesn’t get too freaked out.
I don’t know anything about her life as Luke, and I can’t exactly ask her here.
A waiter filled Ollie’s glass with red wine when she arrived, but she hasn’t touched it, so the date might not be that bad so far.
We need to find some way to apologize to Ash as well. Timber is so entranced that I bet he hasn’t given her a second thought since she left.
He’s barely blinked since Ollie arrived, but she stays glued to me. She’s doing everything she cannotto look at him while her hand tightens around mine whenever he moves.
I nearly knock my head forward and breathe out a sigh of relief as she finally gives him one of her cunning smiles. And of course, he jolts and looks spooked.
I run my fingers over hers, stroking her knuckles, circling the back of her hand just like I did on her pussy the first time we met. And the heat in her gaze tells me she’s thinking the exact same thing.
“You can relax now. I promise there isn’t anyone around who will take your picture,” I say.
“It’s not just that,” she says as her hand brushes her spotless ear. “I’m not a fan of being dressed up like this.”
I didn’t expect it either. I was excited to see what she was going to wear, but I’d never have guessed she’d arrive looking so feminine. She definitely said she didn’t want to be recognized, and there’s no way anyone would clock her if they took pictures. I wouldn’t have known it was her when she first arrived at the restaurant if it weren’t for the rush of maple syrup that flows from her with every move.
