Page 89 of Knot What She Seems
“I’m happy to hear that, my pretty obsession, because if you had alphas in your room willy-nilly, then I might feel the need to go on a murder spree.” His smile broadens, revealing perfectly straight white teeth, and I try to ignore the way my heart flutters at his threat. I blame my body’s reaction on omega hormones. That’s all this is.
“Who I have in my bed is none of your concern. And what did you just call me?” I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously.
“I only told the truth,” he answers vaguely. He then extends the coffee toward me. “I got you your favorite. A latte with fat-free milk, two pumps of white chocolate, one pump of marshmallow, and one pump of caramel. Sweet…like you.” He winks.
“How…?” I blink at him, momentarily at a loss for words. I never ordered coffee in front of him before, of that I’m certain. Yet he got my preferred order perfect.
Kylian pantomimes zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. “A magician never reveals his secrets. Or, in this case, a stalker never reveals just how much he stalks.”
“How are you talking?” I deadpan, staring at him blankly. When he arches an eyebrow, confused, I say, “You just threw away the key. Which is stupid, if you ask me. I don’t know how you expect to find it. You probably should’ve just shoved the key in your back pocket for later.”
I expect Kylian to roll his eyes, just like my old pack did whenever I attempted to joke around. They didn’t understand my strange humor.
But Kylian surprises me by throwing back his head and breaking into raucous laughter, the noise loud enough to scare away a flock of birds resting on a nearby tree.
I watch the way he laughs—uninhibited and genuine—and emotions I can’t quite articulate swirl in my belly.
I really like his laugh. Way more than I should.
“So you have brains, beauty,andyou’re funny. Marry me please.”
I suddenly feel embarrassed, and I don’t know why. Ducking my head, I reach for the coffee and take a sip. Dammit. It’s perfect.
“But that’s not all!” Kylian adopts the voice of an eighties commercial announcer. I glance back at him to see that he’s spread his arms wide—still maintaining perfect balance on the branch. “If you blink three times, I’ll also throw in a breakfast sandwich. Act fast before this offer is gone for good.”
It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to blink. My eyes actually begin to burn and water. I can’t help but remember Harper’s comment from last night, about my sexy blinking, and a smile plays on the edges of my lips.
Don’t laugh.
Don’t you dare laugh.
I laugh.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Damn.
Kylian smiles like he won the lottery and then thrusts the brown bag into my hands.
“A sandwich for my future sandwich,” he says with feigned formalness, bowing his head.
“Huh?”
“You know, because in the future, once you accept that we’re the only pack for you and fall madly in love with us, you’ll be the meat in our sandwiches?—”
Nope. Not having that conversation.
Even if I do feel a warm flush crawl up my cheeks.
I slam the window down before he can continue, and he offers me a dramatic pout from the other side of the glass.
His voice reaches me, slightly muffled. “I won’t talk about sex sandwiches anymore. I swear. Come on, boo. Let me in.”
Boo?
