“You shouldn’t keep weight on it.” Just because I ignored the variety of running-related injuries I’d obtained over the years, didn’t mean this omega should.
She plopped down on the stool with a roll of her eyes. “Happy now?”
Oh, what a little brat. My alpha rumbled with the urge to dominate her…and take care of her.
“Ecstatic,” I deadpanned.
She grinned. “If I had more time, I would adjust the jacket shoulders, but that’s a much more in-depth process. I think hemming the pants and jacket sleeves will be enough to make you look passable for your event.”
She scooted closer.
And closer.
Her scent was so thick I was seconds away from popping a boner, made even worse when I realized that, from my vantage point, I had a straight shot down the front of her dress.
Sweat prickled my forehead as I forced myself to think through every line of the Blackthorne Ventures boilerplate to distract myself.
Terms of inspection. Earnest money requirements. Historical city and county survey data.
Fuck. It wasn’t working.
I couldn’t stop myself from stealing another glance. She pulled a pin out of the cushion on her wrist and held another between her lips.
Those fucking plush, pink lips.
“That should do it for the pants.” She pushed to standing and my hands automatically grasped her arms to steady her.
She beamed. “I just need to pin the sleeves. Then I’ll hem everything and you’ll be ready.” She tugged on the jacket and arranged my arm how she wanted it. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine even through the layers of fabric.
“What’s the event you’re going to?” she asked.
“It’s a charity gala. They’re fundraising with an auction.”
“Oohhh, a gala. I wonder what designers people will be wearing. Are you going to bid on anything at the auction?”
I shifted uncomfortably. “Apparently I’m going to be the one auctioned off.”
Her expression transformed into an adorable little frown. “What does that mean?”
“They’re auctioning off dates…or something.” Fuck. I really needed Caroline to explain it again while I was actually paying attention. Did I have to give some sort of speech? Or get up on a stage?
Lucy laughed. “I can tell you’re super excited.”
I scowled, but her smile just widened. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad. It’s fun to meet new people, and I’m sure you’ll beverypopular.”
My brain stuttered. Did that mean she thought I was attractive?
She moved on to the second sleeve. Shit. She was almost done. I usually didn’t like being around people, but being around Lucy wasn’t…terrible. A plan formed in my mind.
“Are you doing anything tonight?” I blurted out.
“Umm, I’m not sure. Missy said tonight’s movie,That One Time I Died and Reincarnated as an Alpha in a Medieval Princess Castle, is a must-see, so maybe I’ll go to the theater.”
“I…” What the fuck did I even say to that?
“Apparently it’s a scathing commentary on wealth inequality.”
“Right…Well, if you decide to skip it, would you want to come with me to the event?”
