Page 173 of Knot So Social

“Oh, very mysterious.” I bind my eyes up and then open the door. “What happens if I peek?”

“Then we’ll dish out smacks,” Joel says firmly.

“Maybe you’d enjoy that,” I tease, holding my hands out.

Big fingers clasp mine, leading me forward. A cheek brushes mine, Joel’s scent billowing around me.

“Maybe,” he purrs by my ear, sending a tingle running through my core.

“But,” Alessandro interrupts, “Since you’re not going to peek, you can explore your kinks another time.”

Joel and I laugh. They lead me across the house through a haze of delicious food scents, and then remove the blindfold. I blink to clear my gaze and discover I’m in my bedroom. A lump lodges in my throat and I whirl around. “If you guys think a roll in the sheets counts as a date—”

Joel presses his lips to mine to silence me. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says when he steps back.

Alessandro nods, eyes sparkling. “Sì. You need to dress up for a date.”

“Oh.” I chew on my lip, heat burning in my cheeks. “Sorry.”

Right, they aren’t like my previous alphas. Their care might take a decade to get used to.

“Look.” Alessandro holds up a dress bag, wriggling with excitement. “For you.”

I grab the coat hanger sticking out the top, my heart melting. I’m not even leaving the house, but they got me a dress to wear?

“Come out when you’re ready,” Joel says, ushering Alessandro through the door and closing it behind himself.

I lay the bag down on the bed and unzip it. Emerald green silk spills out, the chiffon overlay soft in my hands.

“Oh, hello you beautiful thing,” I whisper as I untuck the edges. The skirt comes up to my knees, just covering my scars, and the long sleeves gather with elastic at my wrists. I slip into the dress and tie the belt around my waist, leaving the ends to drape down among the skirt folds.

When’s the last time I wore something purely to feel pretty?

Never, a voice whispers in the back of my mind. Who’d waste this on an omega who doesn’t leave the house?

Alessandro would. And Jeremy. Joel as well.

I smile and open my bedroom door. “I’m ready!”

The three alphas crowd the corridor, and they’ve all dressed up as well. Jeremy and Joel chose button up shirts while Alessandro wears a soft plain white shirt with a dinner jacket. I stop in my tracks, realizing it’s the first time I’ve seen them in anything other than polos, jeans, and tank tops.

“Wow.” Jeremy says, scanning me. “I mean, does Christan Dior know he’s missing one of his models?”

I flap one hand at him. “Looks to me like he’s missing three of them.”

Alessandro steps forward, his dark eyes wide as he offers me his arm. I slip mine through it.

“What are we doing?” I ask. If we stand here too long, we might end up not getting any further than tangling in the sheets after all, but it wouldn’t be my alphas instigating it.

Jeremy steps forward and hands me a piece of card. “You’re itinerary, for the progressive date, my lady.”

“Progressive?” I ask, raising my brows.

“Indeed,” he says grandly, like some show host. “Three different locations, three different experiences. Now, if you’ll kindly get on the bus?”

The “bus” is an office chair sitting in the middle of the hall, except someone’s sticky taped a label on the backrest that reads “Boss Bus Service.”

I laugh. “You guys are crazy.”