Page 103 of Knot What She Seems
“I should head to the front entrance. I have some paperwork I need to fill out before he picks me up.”
All omegas leaving Darling on an official date need to complete a plethora of forms, which range from benign to invasive. My strategy is going to be to scribble illegibly so that the forms are complete but give no real information…except of course, my date’s name. That has to be logged in a database. Ugh.
I have a feeling that, by tomorrow, my parents will know about this little not-date with Luka. I wonder how they’ll react, considering their hard-on for Brock and his pack.
“Have fun!” Harper calls to my back. “And make sure Luka uses the door when he picks you up, instead of the window, okay?”
I flip her off.
* * *
By the timeI finish all of my paperwork and step outside, Luka is waiting for me, leaning against a sleek sports car that I never could’ve imagined him owning. Ridge? Maybe. He definitely seems like a car guy. Kylian? Most definitely.
But Luka? Straight-laced, frowning, posh Luka? Hell no.
I bite my lip as I step toward him. Despite my trepidation, I can’t help but notice how handsome he looks. His brown hair is slightly tousled, giving him a relaxed yet effortlessly stylish look. A bit of scruff covers his face and adds a rugged edge to his otherwise polished appearance. He’s dressed in sharp, tailored dress clothes—a fitted blazer, crisp trousers, and a tie—that complement his strong, well-defined frame. The combination of his suave demeanor and the high-end car beside him exudes a sense of luxury and charm, making him look like the epitome of modern sophistication.
I feel…plain in comparison. Dull.
Self-consciousness cracks through my chest.
Is this dress sophisticated enough for Luka? Pretty enough? Maybe I should’ve let Harper put my hair up instead of leaving it down?—
No!
A tidal wave of anger sweeps away all other emotions. I refuse to allow self-doubts to plague me like they did years ago. I’m stronger than I once was, and not just physically.
So, taking a deep breath, I heft my chin into the air and stalk forward confidently, praying Luka doesn’t notice the way my hands shake by my sides.
He straightens as soon as he sees me. Fire burns low in my belly at his awestruck perusal.
“You look…” He swallows, a muscle in his throat bobbing. “You look positively divine.”
“Thanks.” Prickles of heat race up my neck and settle in my cheeks. “So do you.”
“I…errr…we got these for you.” He pulls his hand out from behind his back, and I gawk at the mismatched assortment of flowers arranged there.
Flowers.
They got me flowers.
An indecipherable feeling arrows through me as I take the bouquet from him. Each flower is unique but beautiful. Hesitantly, I run the pad of my thumb across the petal of a purple flower. My favorite color. The one beside it may just be the prettiest I’ve ever seen, though the third flower is the most unique. I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply, relishing the patchwork of scents. The fourth and final flower… That one smells the best. Definitely.
I can’t help but compare these flowers to the guys themselves. It’s apparent they each had a hand in picking them out. If I had to guess…
Kylian chose the purple flower. He must’ve noticed the accents in my room, along with my bedspread and comforter. Colter picked the navy tulip. It’s unique, like him, and kind of smells like…well…me. At least, the version of me on suppressors. It’s a much more subdued scent than some of the others. Ridge definitely selected the sweet-smelling flower. He seems like the type of man who would play by the rules, and most alphas know that omegas are drawn to objects—or people—with enticing scents.
That means Luka chose the jasmine.
Did he choose it just because it’s beautiful? Because of the scent?
I rack my brain, trying to remember a class I took last year on floral arrangements. A lot of flowers have hidden meanings to them.
Jasmine… That means love, purity, and devotion, right?
My heart stutters in my chest before screeching to an abrupt halt. It must be a coincidence Luka gifted me this particular flower. Perhaps he thinks it’s pretty or likes the smell.
I realize I’ve been silent for a solid minute, absently rubbing at the petals of the bouquet. I glance up to see Luka staring at me. Is that…anxiety I see in his eyes? I thought I was the only one terrified.
