I sigh. “If you just let—”
“It’s just a matter of time. Remember, how we got completely sloshed last time we played ‘Matt Whines About His Neighbor?’” Bree says.
I glare at everyone. “I don’t whine!” Yes, because that was the important part, Matt.
“Whine, gushing, rhapsodizing, they’re all the same,” Camilla waves me off.
“Point is, Oliver has our approval,” Sloan nods sagely.
“No, he doesn’t. We haven’t even met him yet!” Marcus argues.
“And that’s going to change at this seduction Christmas party,” Nick says gleefully.
“It’s not a seduction party. I'm trying to distract him becausesomeonedecided to volunteer me for the job!” I glare at Nick.
“I’m just glad he’s alright. With the bodies piling up, this Dalton guy is definitely dangerous,” Bree says, stopping the string of curses I’m telepathically shooting at Nick. It’s not a thing werewolves can do, but this could be the day I discover a new hidden talent.
“And now we have to pretend we have Christmas parties every year,” Nick grins. And telepathy still isn’t my superpower.
I narrow my eyes, even though I one hundred percent agree that it might have been a stupid idea. “I couldn't come up with a better way to keep him busy. He was asking a lot of questions,” I complain. It might have come out a little whiny.
“Again, you could just sleep with him,” Nick says matter-of-factly.
“Hands down, the easiest way to distract someone,” Marcus agrees.
“Yes, you should sleep together,” Sloan nods excitedly.
“No, wait. Don't. That would be…unprofessional,” Marcus backtracks.
“You know, I’m thirty-four. Officially old enough to make decisions about who I should and shouldn't sleep with. Thank you very much,” I say, done with the topic.
“But you never hook up with humans,” Camilla points out.
“Well, that's also a decision I make.”
“But it's a stupid decision,” Sloan insists.
“I think it's completely fair,” Marcus says.
Nick glares at him.
“Okay, I also think it's stupid, but he…I mean...I can’t win!” he huffs.
Sloan looks gleeful beside me.
“I'm not sleeping with Oliver,” I announce, and her smile turns into a frown. What’s a little white lie between friends?
“Whatever. I'm still bringing those Jell-O shots.”
Everyone at the table groans.
“Do you even remember what happened the last time Camilla took those Jell-O shots? My wife is still trying to find someone who can fix the damage on our wall,” Marcus snaps.
“I threwonevase. I thought it was a Jell-O vase,” Camilla says.
“Why would a vase be made of Jell-O?” Marcus asks.
“I don't know what was in those shots,” Camilla whines.
