In a stunning burgundy dress with her short black hair hidden by a shoulder-length blonde wig with no signs of piercings or the plugs in her earlobes, I wouldn’t have made the connection if I saw a picture of her in her punkwear next to her outfit tonight.
It’s strange to see her so made up, and her voice is lighter, softer, like she’s putting it on to get away with the feminine look. And I'm not sure how I feel about it.
“Well, we could always get you out of the dress and see where the evening goes?” I suggest.
Her laugh is lush and throaty as she leans forward, meeting me with sparkling eyes.
“We’ve only just arrived.”
“All I wanted to do was introduce you to Timber. Now we’ve done that, we could get out of here.” I lift my foot, softly trailing the toe of my shoe up her bare calf.
She locks eyes with Timber again, and my smile deepens.
“What do you do for work?” Timber suddenly spits out, and her eyes widen in surprise. It’s so sudden and out there that I’m thrown off as well.
“I, um… I run the business side of things while my brother plans and cooks the meals.”
Timber gives a sharp nod before he suddenly goes back to his bread. We pause to see if he’s going to ask any follow-up questions, but nothing comes.
The whole situation is going to blow up in our faces as soon as Timber finds out the truth, so I want to enjoy the time we’ve got. But that won’t work if Timber keeps acting like a plank of wood.
All I want to know is if there’s a potential for us to be mates, so this one meeting should be enough. If they don’t match, we’ll call it a day, and I’ll keep Ollie to myself.
“Would you believe me if I said seeing you together is driving me crazy?” I hum as I lift her hand. She gasps so sweetly as I bring it to my lips, gently biting the tips of her ruby nailextensions before running my tongue over her fingers just to wind her up.
But she doesn’t break her composure. One sculpted eyebrow arches as her painted lips draw into a smile. “I’m pretty sure whatever I do would drive you crazy.”
Then it’s my turn to laugh. “You aren’t wrong, to be honest. Though the less clothes you have, the happier I am.”
I glance at Timber, who swaps to devouring the rest of the bread at the table while getting oil over his fingers. I can’t decide whom I’d rather taste. Until I’m hit with an image of both of them taking turns at flooding my mouth, choking me on coffee, maple syrup, and happiness.
“Where did you grow up?” Timber snaps, and she pauses again.
“Nashville, before we moved to Michigan when we were eight,” she says cautiously, looking at him, waiting for another question. I’m going to chalk Timber’s awkwardness up to the story he’d told me about his ex-wife and how aggressive he is about omegas, but it’s still jarring to have his questions come out of nowhere.
“Why?” He narrows his eyes, and she edges back on her chair. I nearly groan because he’s being so awkward.
“My parents died in a fire. There. Are you happy?”
I snort and she glares at me before I give her another one of my winning smiles. She bites her lip, playing with the skin where her lip ring used to be. I don’t know how she hid her piercing holes, but I would never have guessed she had the lobes of her ears plugged if I hadn’t seen all her sexy piercings before.
I thought that would be enough to shut Timber up, but it looks like he wants to shove his foot so far in it he’ll get stuck there.
“What’s running through your head?” Timber growls, and I turn to find an alpha who’s looking pretty possessive for someone who says he’s not interested in omegas.
“I’m thinking you’re both making this so tense that I’m going to need to be the oil to your bread,” I hum. “How about it, Timber? Want me to grease you up?”
“Calm down, we’ve barely been here half an hour,” Ollie jumps in, but her luscious smile says she gets it. Timber in a suit is something else.
“I thought you said you weren’t interested.” I cock a brow, my lip hitching in reply.
She sparkles as she glances at Timber. “I’m sorry,” she says to him. “I just didn’t want to meet you because of my brother. I thought it would make things…” She clears her throat. “Awkward.”
“Why would it be awkward?” Timber asks, so freaking unaware of what he’s doing that I chuckle.
The way her cheeks pinken makes me sure we’re on the right track. They just need another push to get their ball rolling, and then we can look at the end goal for real.
I’m too excited, and I caress her calf again. I want to kick my shoe off and lift it higher, for her to open her thighs and show me what her pussy thinks about seeing Timber and me sitting together. Because there’s already a light brush of slick wafting from her, so slight that people wouldn’t notice it among the smells of food unless they were looking for it.
