Page 51 of Alpha's Good Girl


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“About six years.”

“That’s a long time,” he said.

“It is,” I said.

“Wh—”

“Uh-uh. You got two questions. My turn, and I get two,” I said, cutting him off.

“Ask away.”

“Why did your last relationship end?” I asked.

“She cheated.”

“Mm… I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me anymore. What’s your next question?” he asked. The aroma from the food made my mouth water.

“Why haven’t you dated anyone since then?” I asked.

“At first it was because I didn’t want to start over again. And then it turned into hooking up. It was safer that way. No explanations or niceties needed.”

I understand that better than he realized.

“Your turn,” I said.

“How did your last relationship end?” he asked.

“I ended it.”

“Do you miss him?” he asked.

“No. I miss having a partner to do life with, but I don’t miss him.”

“That’s good,” he said.

“Is it?” I asked.

“Yes.” He scooped food onto our plates, grabbed a handful of grapes and slices of oranges before placing them decoratively.

“My turn. What do you want from me?” I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked.

“Sex?” I asked.

“Well, I look forward to taking you, yes, but that’s not all.”

“What else is there?” I rasped, teetering close to the edge.

“Does it scare you?” he countered as he made his way around the counter with plates in hand. I got up to help, but he stopped me. “I’ll get it. Come sit down.”

I listened. I turned on my heel and followed him. I sat in a chair and waited as he grabbed the rest. An egg white omelet sat on my plate, a handful of breakfast sausages, and fruits. Dane returned a moment later with juice and strawberry crepes dusted in powdered sugar.

“Thank you. Everything looks delicious,” I said.

I popped a grape into my mouth and then cut a piece of the omelet with my fork. I inhaled it. The taste of spinach, tomatoes, and cheese hit my tongue. I groaned. Was that Parmesan melted on top? It was. I moved on to the crepes, scarfing them down with a bit of whipped cream. I did a little dance in my seat; it wasn’t my finest moment, but everything was heavenly. He laughed, and I looked up at him.