Don’t need anything, casual attire. Let’s meet in Dem’s office at the end of the day. -Preston
I laughed at the two completely different responses and quickly typed a reply.
Hmm, I’ll trust Preston’s response more…See you at the end of the day. -Ivy
After lunch, the afternoon rehearsals rushed by. The workday came to an end, and I made my way to the women’s locker room to change. There was no point in rushing since I didn’t want anyone to see me going to Demetrius’s office, so I took my time. Once I sensed the building had mostly emptied, I ventured upstairs to the crow’s nest.
There was an odd sensation of arriving at the director's office as I gently knocked on the door. Demetrius was supposed to be my boss, and knocking on his door made me feel like I was in trouble. Almost immediately, Lukas openedthe door with his big, cute, dimple-filled grin. He’d changed out of his work attire, and now looked so cute in a short sleeve polo and jeans.
“Hello!” He turned back to the room. “Preston, you ready?”
Preston appeared behind Lukas, throwing a light jacket on. “Absolutely, let’s go.” Preston had showered and changed into regular street clothes. He smelled of soap combined with a hint of his scent.
We left the building and walked across the street to a small local diner. As Preston pulled the door open, a tiny bell rang throughout the interior of the restaurant.
The inside of the diner had a really cute fifties-style theme throughout, complete with red, shiny booths, a black and white checkered floor, and a jukebox playing hits in the corner.The smell of delicious baked pies hung in the air, though that scent had nothing on how good Preston and Lukas smelled to me.
More thoughts of licking, more shutting them down. Apparently, being an omega meant I needed to pant and act like a dog, licking my favorite boys every time I saw them.
Lukas led me to a booth along the back wall as the waitress brought three menus for us. Taking a menu, I sat next to Preston and Lukas sat across from me, gently reaching across the table to brush my hand.
Awkwardness settled between us as I glanced at Preston and Lukas, suddenly unsure how to navigate a date with two men at once. I hadn’t really dated much before this—my entire focus was on progressing my ballet career.Do I…should I…
“Favorite color?” Lukas asked. “Mine’s blue.”
“Maroon,” Preston said, grabbing a napkin and giving the table an extra wipe.
“Purple…and red…sometimes black as well. I like hunter green too,” I said quickly.
“Four colors?” Lukas lifted his eyebrows as a teasing smile formed across his face. “Is that even allowed?”
I shrugged my shoulders, biting my lower lip. “It feels weird to like only one color.” I thought briefly for a moment, looking over the menu before asking. “Cats or dogs?”
“Dog,” Lukas and Preston replied at the same time.
“Agreed, dog. This might work yet,” I joked with them as the waitress walked over to take our order.
“Could I get a Caesar salad with a green tea?” I asked.
“Chicken carbonara with lemon water, please,” Preston ordered.
“Bacon double cheeseburger with a root beer.” Lukas pointed to the menu. “Also, can we get one chocolate milkshake with three straws?”
The waitress jotted down our order, then left for the kitchen.
“The milkshake is just for me, by the way,” Lukas winked as he leaned forward. “So, Ivy, you’ve been an omega for one week. How’s it been so far?”
I let out a nervous laugh. “It’s been pretty bizarre. I can’t trust my body to behave as it should. I don’t know if that makes sense.”
“Yes, we can relate to a small extent, though I’m sure ours feels different from all the changes you’re experiencing,” Preston said. “Your scent tends to…”
“Drive us wild.” Lukas finished his sentence. “But we’re all on beta blockers, so everyone’s behaving tonight.”
“What changes have you felt?” Preston asked curiously before his face blushed. “I mean, there’s a lot more hormones now, plus you have a whole pack courting you.”
I laughed, gently brushing his leg with my hand before removing it. I could see him inhale sharply at my touch. “Well—besides all the hormone stuff—I used to love being on my own, confident in my decisions, always thought I’d go at the world alone, and I was fine with that.”
“How do you feel now?” Preston asked, his eyes seeming to search me for my answer.
