“Spence is the cook of the pack! He’s modest about his skills, but his baked goods are amazing.”
“You’ll actually touch sugar?” I gasped mockingly, holding a hand to my chest in faux shock at Spencer, raising a brow. Even though I was busy glaring at Spencer, I could sense someone entering the room behind me.
Bear.
His presence was calming, but not quite enough for me to be okay with Spencer being an ass.
“Sugar can be beneficial… in moderation.”
Moderation. Who the fuck wanted to eat sugary food in moderation?
Psychopaths and bodyguards who didn’t understand the meaning of boundaries, apparently.
“Morning,” Bear greeted me softly. Coming to stand near me, he eyed my bacon. “Spence, is there any more bacon?”
“Nope.”
I furrowed my brow. He was cooking baconas he spoke.
“What’s got him so pissy?” I asked.
Chase snorted. “Probably the fact that Bear smells like you. Like…reallylike you.”
My face heated. I had sprayed myself down with a cheap perfume that had survived the attack on my apartment and put on clothes that didn't smell of Bear, but he hadn't done the same. He was still wearing the clothes he’d slept in, and my scent clung to him.
Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed. I waspleased. There was something about having an alpha like Bear smelling of me that gave me a quiet kind of glee.
Mine.
With one of the slices of bacon from my plate in my hand, I held it out to Bear. He grinned wildly, taking it into his mouth so it was still half hanging out.
“Thank you, little omega.”
“You’re welcome,” I whispered.
Spencer clanked the pan a little louder than before, his glower making me bite back a chuckle.
“I have class this afternoon.” I kept my tone casual, butafter Spencer’s declaration the night before, I knew there was a chance he would be an ass about it.
That didn’t change the fact I needed to go to class.
“Nope.” Spencer shook his head.
“You can’t expect me to stay here all day,” I grumbled. “If I miss too many classes, it could endanger my scholarship.”
Spencer shrugged as he flipped another slice of bacon. “We will pay your tuition, then.”
“It’s for your own safety,” Bear said.
“You need someone to keep an eye on you to ensure you don’t eat like an unsupervised toddler,” Spencer pointed out.
My skin prickled with rage. He was already keeping me captive. If he took away my ability to eat junk food, I was going to murder him in his sleep.
“But what am I going to do all day?” I grumbled, leaning back in my chair. “I can’t study without my textbooks,” I told him. “And there is no way in hell I am allowing you to pay for my education. I worked hard for my scholarship, and I want to use it.”
“We can talk to the university. I’m sure they’ll let you take a semester off.”
I glared at Spencer. Everything in me wanted to launch myself at him and maim his annoyingly handsome, arrogant face.
