Shit! I hadn’t even considered that. I’d thought he was going to tell me no before it ever got to the planning stage. “Maybe just somewhere lowkey with nice ambiance? You can pick the place if you want. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“I think it would be fine to meet up with your friend this weekend. However, some of the guys are going to have to come with us as well. They don’t have to be sitting directly at our table, but they should be nearby just to be safe.”
Ecstatic, I squealed and bounced on Ethan’s lap. In response, his cock, which had only halfway softened, began to harden once again.
Sighing dramatically, Ethan said, “I think you broke me woman.”
Grinning like a fool, I gave him a sultry kiss and stood. “Thank you, Ethan. I’ll let you get back to work, and I’ll call Charlotte so we can work out the details of our night out.”
Millie
Because I rarely got dressed up, Ethan gave me his credit card to order some clothes online. I hated using his money, but he’d insisted. Because the mate bond told me he was being earnest about wanting to do this for me, I finally relented and accepted his generosity.
While shopping, I saw a dress very similar to the one I’d worn out with Charlotte the night I’d learned I was a ware. Since I’d ruined hers, I ordered a replacement one and tried not to feel too guilty about the cost that would be billed to Ethan.
As I browsed, several pieces of clothing caught my eye, and I loaded them into my cart as possibilities for my first date out with my mate. I even put in a few items I thought would look killer on him and would offset his gorgeous grey-blue eyes so well. By the time I was done, I was confident we were both going to make a great first impression on Charlotte and her new man.
The next two days passed without incident. I didn’t hear from Osyrius or my mother. Their silence, though welcome, also left me feeling unsettled. I knew they hadn’t just collectively given up on me returning to Alaska and the Tupilaq pack. That would be far too convenient. But because I was looking forward to meeting up with Charlotte, I put both shifters out of my thoughts and focused on going out with my friend.
Charlotte had to work late tonight so we were going to meet up at a place called Towers that served both drinks and food. It was a relatively new pub I’d never visited that had good ratings online that Flint, of all people, had recommended. Ididn’t ask how he knew about the place, as he’d only recently returned to town, but he assured me I’d like it and I’d gone with it.
Deciding I wanted to dress up for my bestie and my mate, I went all out. Full hair, makeup, and slinky clothes to match. Not going to lie, I felt good. Gazing into the mirror, I did a little turn to see my full reflection, and I was happy with everything I saw. I only hoped Ethan would feel the same.
Since it was cold out, I selected pants over a dress. But these black, faux leather leggings exhibited every inch of my curves. When they’d arrived, I’d tried them on and thought I’d send them back, due to how revealing they were. But the thought of Ethan, rubbing up against me all night in these skin-tight leggings made me reconsider keeping them entirely.
Piling my hair atop my head, I left a few tendrils out to frame my face. On top, I wore a long-sleeved purple body suit that fit the night’s theme to a tee: skintight and sexy.
When I came downstairs, Flint whistled and said, “Wow!”
I blushed and shrugged. “I just wanted to get dressed up. You look good yourself,” I told him, as I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water.
“Has Ethan seen what you’re wearing yet?” he asked, a small smile playing along his lips as his attention centered around the section of my leggings that hugged my crotch.
Since Ethan had wanted to give me the bathroom to myself to get ready tonight, he hadn’t seen what I was wearing yet. Being thoughtful like he was, he was getting dressed in his office after he finished working for the day.
“No. Why?”
Flint simply blinked at me. “Because of what you’re wearing.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Why does it matter?”
Pinning me with his green gaze, Flint practically choked on the coffee he was sipping. “You’re not serious, right? Of course your mate cares about what you’re wearing, Millie. With how good you look, he’s going to have to fight off the young bucks with a stick. Both human and ware alike! In case you haven’t noticed, alphas aren’t exactly good with sharing. They’re possessive as fuck with a penchant for violence when other men trespass on their territory.”
“I’m not territory, Flint. I’m a human being,” I heatedly corrected, though the thought of Ethan wanting to keep me all to himself did have its appeal.
“Tomato, To-mah-to,” the ware returned with a smirk.
Colt, Stark, and Gavin came downstairs then. They each told me how nice I looked, and I complimented them right back. It wasn’t just out of courtesy, either. This group of men was definitely the hottest I’d ever met. Seriously, the Cascia House boys were all smoke shows. I’m not sure if it was a ware thing, or just a coincidence, but not one of them would go unnoticed in a crowd full of good-looking dudes.
Ethan walked into the living room then, and the rest of the men faded away. Like I could see his heat signature, my omega senses locked onto his tall, muscular frame. To me, this gorgeous man was perfect. The perfect height, build, look, and smell. My mate. When I looked at him, I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world.
Wearing dark jeans and the crisp white, dress shirt I bought him, my heart constricted painfully when his grey-blue gaze collided with mine.
Ethan’s eyes smoldered when they took in my outfit. Like Flint, his attention was fixated on the snug juncture of my legs.
A small growl emanated from his throat, and I heard Flint behind me chuckle before muttering, “I told you so!”
Ethan
