Page 121 of Your Wild Omega

I shrug and turn back to putting things away and getting breakfast bowls and cereal out. “It gives him a reason to talk to you, take you out to dinner to apologize, maybe some subliminal messaging as you’re forced to consider you two as an item.” I point a spoon at her. “Especially since so many people will ask you about the relationship now. Or could be just pure marketing to keep him in the public eye. Who knows exactly what game he’s playing?”

I pause for a moment as new knowledge hits me. With a groan, I drop my arms onto the sink and rest my head on them. “And thanks to that moron, we probably have a thousand requests for comment in our inboxes. I swear I’m going to punch him when I see him next.”

Red comes over and wraps her arms around my waist. She nibbles on the back of my shirt for a moment as she squeezes tight. “Don’t do that. I’ve got a better idea.”

“Yeah?” I ask wearily. The day’s not even an hour old, but I feel like I’ve aged by five years.

Red chuckles, and I straighten and spin. The wicked look in her eye evaporates my fatigue.

“What is it, Red?”

Her sleepy expression vanishes, replaced with sparkling mischief. “I think we should pull a Black Widow on him.”

I rest my hands on my hips, my mind racing to catch up to her.

She smiles slyly. “You know, the interrogation part, where she saysthis moron is giving me everything.”

I gaze into her eyes, my grin growing slowly wider. Red Jones went toe to toe with the infamous Lyra Gray and came out on top with a knock-out win. Of course she won’t allow an egotistical alpha to use her for his own fame and lust.

Leaning in, I press my lips to her forehead. “I’m all in, Biscuit.”

Chapter forty-five

Red

Saying I’ve got a plan and putting it into action are two different things. But we need to move fast while the topic’s fresh, leaving me no time for cold feet. Brad might be my coworker, but I refuse to let him use me. Or covet my alpha.

And, as Rickon feared, hundreds of requests for information landed in the email and social media accounts he set up for me. That’s a butt-ton of unnecessary work. I shudder and slam the laptop before getting ready for work. Zack trails sleepily after us, alternating between silent and surly.

“Go brush your teeth, Zack,” I tell him as I check I have everything I need in my handbag.

He stares at me, top lip wrinkling. I don’t take it personally, since I know he doesn’t like mornings. In fact, it’s kind of cute and shows he’s developing ways of expressing himself and his opinions.

But I have an ace up my sleeve. With a grin, I tap my finger to my lips. “No kisses today unless you brush your teeth.”

He stares at me for a moment, rumbling with disgust, but then turns and plods up the stairs.

“He’s so bloody adorable,” Rickon muses once Zack’s out of sight.

I giggle. “Yeah.”

He pops one hand on his hip, staring up at the empty stairs, lost in a trance. My gaze sweeps over Rickon’s outfit. His low black corset covers his midriff area with lots of eyelets, hugging a shiny gray shirt boasting a ruffle. The corset pairs with a matching leather piece that goes over his upper arms, the sides joining via a silver chain across his chest. Today my alpha’s opted for dark smokey eyes with a hint of purple. It’s darker than his normal palette and sexy as fuck. With his pale skin and platinum hair, he’s totally giving me vampire vibes.

“Hold this for me,” I mutter to the cabinet as I drop my purse on its honey-brown surface. Giving Rickon another look-over, I step into his space. “Speaking of adorable,” I say, resting my hands on his laced-up waist.

He smirks. “See something you like, omega?”

“Very much so, alpha.”

His cheeks tint with a beautiful flush and his pleasure warms me from the inside out. “Well, in that case—” He leans in, breath misting my cheek.

I bristle with anticipation, my body heating at the idea of a quickie on the side bench before running to the parking garage.

“In that case, we have to go.” He draws back and turns for the door, throwing me the most wicked smile.

I groan. Rickon can’t bear to be late, and it appears I’m not the only one withholding kisses as an incentive. “Curse you for playing with my heart, demon from the depths,” I quote from last year’s epic fantasy hit, adopting a dramatic pose.

He snorts, and my heart tingles from knowing he just gets me and all my quirks. With a single step, Rickon turns and spins mein a circle, tilting me backward, equally dramatic. “Yes, demon I am.” A suitably wicked light shines in his eyes as he ad libs. “But to make it up to you, fair lady, I’ll have you come three times byaskingnicely when we get home tonight.”

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