“She said she was coming back,” he growls. “I heard her before she left.”
“We probably scared her off.”
Just as I say that, the bell to the door chimes, grabbing my attention.
“Well, shit,” I chuckle. “Guess I was wrong.”
My heart jumps with excitement when I see the feisty little Omega walk through the door. I sit up straight, forcing myself to stay in my seat as I start to vibrate like an excited puppy. My Omega. My fucking scent match.
God, she’s so damn beautiful.
She looks around, like she’s on edge, before approaching the counter. She starts to talk to Emma, and I know if we don’t say something now, and she leaves, we might not see her again.
“What are you doing?” Aiden hisses.
I just grin and get up. I walk over and stand behind her when Emma goes into the back.
“Fancy meeting you here.” My voice has a low, anticipatory tone to it. She lets out a sharp gasp, her body tensing before she angles herself towards me, something hard pressing against my dick.
I can’t help but groan. “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I chuckle, low and deep.
“What?” she looks up at me, genuinely taken off guard. “Are you high or something?”
“Not today, no.”
“I have a gun pressed against your dick. You might wanna back the fuck up and stop harassing me.”
“I know,” I grunt. “It’s so fucking sexy. You’re fucking sexy.” I know I should shut up, but that’s not me.
She frowns. “I look like I just rolled out of bed. Because I did.”
“Doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” I grin down at her. Her bright blue eyes shine back with conflicting emotions.
My nose twitches and my back stiffens. Her scent. It’s off, but not in a bad way.
Leaning forward, I inhale deeply.
“Get off me, you creep,” she growls, pulling up the gun and pressing it against my chest.
“You’re pregnant,” I growl.
Her eyes widen in fear, lips parting. “How did you know?”
“I can smell you, little Omega.” I cock my head to the side. “So who’s the fucker who knocked up our Omega?”
“I’m not your Omega,” she argues back. “I don’t even know you.”
“That might be true, but we are your scent matches.”
“I didn’t ask for that.” She looks three seconds away from crying, and I feel like an asshole.
“Let’s start over.” Aiden steps in. “Hi, I’m Aiden, and this is my partner, Sloane.”
“We’re lovers,” I point out.
Aiden shoots me a glare before his face softens and he looks back at Lexi. “We got off on the wrong foot yesterday, and for that I’m so incredibly sorry.”
“Wrong foot?” She’s so adorable when she has a look of murder in her eyes. The gun is still pressed to my chest, and my cock is rock solid. “You followed me and cornered me in an alley.”
