"Ahh," I correct."I'm not an expert in female programming.I'm more of a chemical disposal specialist.You'll want to contact the android nerds at the Pentagon."
Again, he laughs and shakes his head while Lila stares daggers at me."I'm sure you can put in a good word for me,” he chuckles as he wipes an errant tear from his eyes.
"Anytime.Let me clean up and get out of these fatigues so I can be more human."
"I'll help you with your bags," Lila grinds out.
"No need.I'm a big, strong soldier.I can manage on my own."
"Oh, no.I insist," she fairly hisses.
"You're not leaving this house in those pajamas," Robert growls.
Finally.A voice of reason.Unfortunately, that's as far as it goes.No, go change.No, that's inappropriate in general.Just not outside the house.
With a flounce, she tosses her hair over her shoulder and makes her way up the stairs.Maybe if I'm lucky, she'll change before I can get my stuff inside.
No such fucking luck.As I bring in my duffle bag, she's there, sitting on my bed, arms crossed as she taps her toe against the floor.Her thighs press together, making those tiny shorts ride up again.Doing my best to ignore her, I toss the heavy bag on the mattress and turn around to leave.
"What was that all about?"she snaps.
"What?A lot has happened since I walked through the door.You need to be specific."
"That shit with you and my dad.Didn't peg you as someone who thought a woman needed a reset switch.But then, like you said… it's not like I really know you.Everything I remember is through the lens of a much younger girl."
With a heavy sigh, I sit next to her and shake my head."It worked though, didn't it?Your dad's the one you should be having the issue with.Not me."
It takes everything in me to keep my breathing shallow so I don't get overwhelmed with her sugary scent, mixed with that honeyed arousal that seems to cling to her skin.Glancing over, I note the faraway look in her eyes as she studies my door.
"Yeah.You're right," she eventually concedes."But I can't do anything about him."
"And so you thought I'd make a good punching bag?"
With a smirk, she balls up her fist and nudges my shoulder."Pretty sure a big, strong Alpha like you can take being a punching bag for a small, weak omega like me."
Again, my damn balls draw up until I can't breathe or sit right.
"Careful," I growl out."I might hit back."
"You'd punch a lady?"she snorts."I may not remember much, but I never pegged you for that kind of guy."
"No," I reply as calmly and evenly as I can muster."Not punch.But I might spank."
If I weren’t staring straight into her eyes, I would have missed her pupils widening until her eyes grew black.It's brief.Almost like an inhale and exhale, but it was there all the same.And just like that, a sharp spike of arousal floods the air between us.I'm not shocked at her reaction.Her reading preferences alone make it obvious.
What I am shocked about, however, is how strongly I'm reacting to her.I want nothing more than to pin her down to the bed and bring my hand against her skin, smacking her flesh until it pinkens, until she's crying and begging, ass red and marked, pussy dripping.
"Please," she breathes in a soft, husky tone that nearly makes me groan out loud."As if you could spank anyone."
"You want to test that theory?I'm tired, irate, and not in the mood to play games.If you want a spanking so bad, just say the word and I'll bend you over my lap and give you a taste."
Fuck.Why did I say that?I watch her, waiting for the disgust to show on her face, waiting for her to scream for Robert and tell him what a horrible pervert I am.But she doesn't do any of that.In fact, I swear to God it looks as though she's considering it.Her breathing quickens just a touch as her lips part.
Pushing my luck, I rise to my full height over her."What's it going to be, Lila?Do you want a spanking?Or will you get the fuck out of my room so I can change?"
"Y- you wouldn't, though.Really?You'd spank me?"
Unable to keep playing these stupid games with her, I stride over to the door, close it, lock it, then walk back to sit on the bed.I give her a chance, a breath or two to say no, to tell me she was just joking, or that she changed her mind.Nothing.
