“No one goes to discos anymore,” I point out.
“Well, maybe they should, and they wouldn’t be so morally bankrupt.”
I glare at her. She knows exactly what we do, what my da did. And yet, her moral code has more to do with women walking around showing too much arse and men acting like sluts.
“She doesn’t care,” I repeat, and my mother clicks her tongue, knowing I won’t put a goddamn suit on.
“She’s not one of those Omegas who looks down on Betas, is she?”
“Not as far as I can tell.”
She slaps my cheek lightly with a smile. “Good, because we’re the only ones with our wits about us. Now, don’t fuck it up,” she whispers.
I have Rory drop me off at the club, not wanting to fuck around with parking, and I’m happy to find that Elena iswaiting at a booth in the casino section of the club. A large Alpha is trying to speak to her, though she’s showing complete disinterest. He doesn’t seem to be getting aggressive but isn’t taking the hint, either.
She’s wearing a red dress again. The color brings out her skin tone and makes her pretty blue eyes pop. I find myself wanting to peel the fabric off slowly while having my way with her.
I’m not sure what it is about her. Maybe the way she flirts with me shamelessly or the fact that I know she’s going to be ours.
She doesn’t see me approach, but her posture changes as soon as she hears my voice. “There you are, blondie,” I greet, ducking down and stepping between her and the Alpha. Without any warning, I press my lips to hers.
Her lip gloss is sticky and sweet. My tongue automatically darts out to savor the flavor as they part.
“Hi,” she breathes out wistfully.
“Hello. Want to get out of here?”
“Like the club?” she asks, her face filling with panic.
“No, we could go upstairs. Just hang out,” I suggest, and she nods her head.
At some point during our interaction the other male left, and I’m thankful for it as I take her small hand to lead her up the stairs. She handles it with the girl working up there as to which room we will be using.
I don’t expect us to do anything, it’s just nice not to be gawked at by a bunch of rich, pretentious assholes.
The room we wind up in is decorated in all reds and golds. We both take a seat on the red velvet couch, and I feel a little lost as to where to go from here. I don’t want her to feel like this has to go anywhere beyond the friendly, yet flirty, conversation.
Elena slides off her heels and tucks her legs to the side, getting comfortable. I like that she’s at ease with me. It’s a far cry from the scared girl I accosted at the pharmacy.
She shifts her thighs, and I can tell, even without an Alpha’s ability to scent, that she’s struggling.
“I could still get you those suppressants, you know.”
“Where did you get them from?” she asks, arching a brow. She’s baiting me, and I know it. I wonder what she truly thinks about Cillian and me. It’s clear she doesn’t know who we are or enough about our family to connect the dots. But there’s no way she doesn’t suspect we're more than average businessmen.
“I have a doctor friend.”
“Uh, huh? I think I’ll wait tolegallyobtain my prescription.”
“Can’t blame a man for trying to be helpful.”
“I don’t,” she agrees. Her arm rests on the back of the couch, and she touches my hair with her delicate fingers.
“I’d help you any way you wanted.”
“Because you’re paid to?” she asks.
“Ah, blondie, we both know you can be paid for something and enjoy it all the same. But no, because I’dwantto.”
