“You coming, homewrecker?” she asks sweetly, not even swaying on her feet as she passes me. “You’re so boring you sobered me up,” she huffs as Beau follows her, resting against the wall to remain upright. “Let's get more drinks.”
I don’t actually give a shit about reporting accurate information to Scott, unless it will somehow get me closer to my end goal. But maybe playing nice with these three will.
“Are you with us, hotshot?” Dream purrs, and I turn to look at her. She gave Beau his shirt back, and now I can see all of her curves under the small tank top. I take a deep breath, her rose and vanilla scent washing through me.
“Fuck yeah I am. Lead the way, baby.”
I can tellthey’re tired. I know I’m fucking tired! So why the hell are we still out?
I groan into my palms as I press them against my heated skin. They don’t trust me. Fine, but holy shit! Seven hours ago we finished dinner, and I thought, ‘Perfect time to go back to the hotel.’
But no. Dream wanted to go to a bar. She’s ordering vodka, pretending to drink it, and then guzzling water. Beau just sips his virgin mojitos like I won’t notice he isn’t the least bit drunk, all while Dream’s bodyguard looms over us like a fucking rain cloud.
Huge bastard.
Now we’re at a club, and I know none of them have touched their drinks. They don’t kiss or act the least bit turned on by each other. If anything, they seem nervous. Especially Beau. Every touch is unsure. Cautious.
I’ve had enough alcohol to take down a caribou. If I wasn’t so big or so fucking full of bread from dinner, I might be moredrunk. I’m tipsy, but I haven’t had as much as they think I have. Thor might be on to me, though it’s hard to say.
He’s fucking smart. Observant. Stacked with muscles and hidden weapons. Has he noticed the three men following us? Scott’s men, no doubt. They keep their distance, but they’re watching everything.
Guess the greasy fuck doesn’t trust me either.
Shocker.
“I need to…” I wave a hand in the direction of the neon sign shaped like a stick person.
“Go.” Thor nods, eyes narrowed on me as he speaks, and I grunt.
I almost ask them not to leave without me, but I don’t. I don’t know why, but I know they won’t do that. Which only adds another piece to the puzzle that I don’t understand.
I met Dream straddling her boyfriend's hips, not looking the least bit bothered to be caught, but now she’s suddenly against PDA? Most concerning, Beau hasn’t grabbed two handfuls of her perfect ass even once. How the fuck is he not all over her, marking her with his scent? Even Betas get possessive, just not to the same extent as Omegas and Alphas.
Where’s the heat between them? And why do they seem like terrified strangers?
Could she just be using him? Is that why her scent was so strong? Does she have scent enhancers on to make herself more desirable?
Whatever it is, I’m going to find out.
Chapter Eight
DREAM
“I’m not comfortable leaving you alone with him,” I growl as Hudson stumbles away from us toward the bathroom, Thor’s eyes locked on the back of his head. The three of us discreetly slip our earpieces back in so we can talk to Apollo, who’s been cut off from us most of the night.
Beau and I have been dancing for half an hour, just waiting for Hudson to give us a moment alone. I’ve got my arms wrapped around his neck while his hands rest on my waist. Thankfully we’re so tired that we basically look too drunk to really do more than sway around slowly.
Hudson is drunk, I think, but he’s still so damn alert it’s hard to tell. We’ve been trying to get a moment alone all fucking night, but he refused to leave our damn sides.
It’s nearly one in the morning, and we’re all exhausted.
“I’ll be watching Beau. He won’t be alone with Hudson,”Apollo says through the earpiece.
This has been the longest day, and it’s not even over yet.
“You can’t be awake and alert twenty hours a day, Apollo. At some point Beau will be alone. I don’t like it,” I argue.
“I don’t sleep much. He won’t be alone,” Apollo responds, and I can’t help but frown. Eyes on Beau is better than nothing. Though, what the hell good will it do if Hudson attacks or drags him to some unknown location in the middle of the night while the rest of us are asleep?
