“Hey, Cherry,” he says happily.
“Oh hey, Ben,” I reply.
Hayes looks less than thrilled about me talking to this Alpha.
But this is still my job.
There aren’t any bond marks on my skin.
There’s no security right now. I can’t put all my eggs in this pack basket, no matter how much I want to, even if it scares me shitless.
“You weren’t here this weekend,” Ben says, giving a little pout.
“Aw. I’m sure you couldn’t find a single other Omega in this place to give you attention, could you?”
He laughs, and I don’t look over at Hayes, even though I can tell he’s stiff as a board.
“How’s your pussy by the way?”
The reaction is instant as Hayes grabs his shirt.
“Shit,” I hiss, grabbing the side of Hayes’ arm.
“The fuck did you say to her?” Hayes seethes.
“My cat. He’s talking about Smokey,” I say.
“Dude, chill out,” Ben says, and Hayes lets go of him, taking a step back. There’s a vein in his neck that’s bulging.
Derrick, with security, is close by, and I wave him off.
“Can I buy a VIP dance?” Hayes says, clearing his throat.
I glance down at him. Part of me wants to tell him no, that he can’t just show up to my job and act like a possessive asshole. The other part of me, the deep Omega part that’s always wanted someone to give a shit, wants to kiss his face for defending my honor that didn’t need to be defended.
I stare at him for a moment.
“I’ll be a very good boy from here on out,” he says, giving me a scout’s honor motion with his hands.
Fuck, I’m easy. I give him a nod as he takes my hand and we head back to a private room. As soon as the door is closed, I turn, crossing my arms over my glittered chest.
“You can’t just show up to my work like this, Hayes,” I tell him, my attempt at being stern.
He takes a deep breath with a sharp nod. I can tell there’s more he wants to say, but he holds back.
“I’m sorry. I thought I was more evolved, but it appears not. I don’t like the idea of anyone disrespecting you.”
I click my tongue, cause when has anyone cared about that? Never.
“Sit on the couch.” I point him onto the red sofa, and he plops down. “Hat off.” He follows directions as a slow song starts and I step between his legs. His hands go to touch my hips and I shake my head. “No touching.”
His hands plop down onto the sofa and he looks up at me like I’m a goddess, like I’m the one who holds all the power over him.
“What are we going to do with you?” I say.
“Whatever the fuck you want, baby,” he rasps as I slide my hand through his soft, messy hair and grab the strands.
CHAPTER 15
