I snort a laugh. “Over what? It was a million years ago, and I’ve moved on. I didn’t even think you would have remembered me. I’m flattered I made an impression, though.” Buried in my careless words is a thread of rage, and I hope he doesn’t hear it. Just thinking about all the people they’ve been photographed with over the years makes me sick to my stomach.
His eyes narrow, and I can see him reassessing and shuffling information.
“It wasn’t easy to forget the innocent little lamb who threw herself at us on the red carpet. The media still trots out photos from that night.”
HOW DARE YOU!In my head, I Sparta kick him into the car park and leave him there in the dust and crumpled metal.
I shrug. “Pathetic, right?” I laugh good-naturedly. “Thank God I woke up from that epic mistake.”
He doesn’t like that. Not one bit. We stare at each other; the tension growing, and I wonder if I’m going to have to hurt him.
All at once, he seems to recall himself and shrug. “Good. That’s good. Let’s just keep this professional. It’s three weeks; we can get along for that long.”
I don’t answer him, just reach out and take my sunglasses from his hand and then turn my back on him. His hissing inhale tells me my wordless barb hit true. There never was an alpha alive who could tolerate being dismissed.
I feel the incredible power of this alpha seething behind me, then he turns and walks away.
Meg sidles up to me. “Was that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wow, well, this is going to be fun.” She bites her lower lip and pops her hip.
I hit her with a side-eye that has her in a fit of silent cackles.
“I packed the popcorn.”
“Meg?”
“Yes?” she bats her eyes, all innocent.
“Bite me.”
She looks at me through her eyelashes. “If you insist,” and then launches. I catch her and hold her back, laughing as she chomps at me, trying to sink her teeth into my wrist.
“Now, omegas, we are professionals-”
Desi cuts off with a sexy groan as Meg sinks her teeth into him.
“Oh, babe, we do not have the time for me to be this hard.” Desi says the words breathlessly. I should be used to it, but it never fails to make me groan in disgust and exasperation. Desi is an absolute slut for his omega.
“Ew!”
Meg’s eyes glitter at me with deadly intensity. “Five minutes.”
I scowl. “We’re on the clock.”
“Five minutes, please, boss? We’re already late. I just need to take the edge off or Desi will be walking around with his cock weeping-”
“Enough!” I hold up my hand. “God knows I do not want to know anything else about Desi’s cock. No offense.”
Desi moans again. “None, uh, taken,” he leans into Meg and rumbles a purr.
I shake my head but let out a groan, knowing I’ve already lost. “I didn’t see it.”
Desi lets out a startled sound as Meg drags him into our cabin. I make a mental note to air it out and clean everything when I get back.
Omega urges are no joke. I’d rather Desi stomped his territory here than have to fight with these arrogant guys all trip because they think they are entitled to Meg. And unlike me, she wears her omega self with pride. I’ve got mine buried under the strongest suppressant patches money can buy, which, ironically, was created by my pack.
