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“I dare you to go on a date with me and let me treat you how I will every day if I’m ever lucky enough to receive your bite.”
Dario ghosts his lips across mine again, and I sigh, wanting to chase them. But that’s not how the game is played, is it?
“You’re on.”
Chapter 11
Play it cool.
I am an iceberg. The milk cooler at a warehouse store. The other side of the pillow.
I’ve got to keep my wits about me.
But it’s hard to when it feels like a thousand confetti poppers have gone off inside my body.
I want to jump up and celebrate, punching the air, screaming to everyone that Dr. Alex Shields is my Omega.
Sure, it’s just for a day. A single date.
But I know that, after today, our relationship will change. Hopefully, it’ll be for the better, as she realizes exactly what she deserves and how I can give it to her. How right we are for one another.
I roll off of her gracefully and hop to my feet. “Then get up! We’re not going to waste a second more of this day. Get dressed, and I’ll meet you here in twenty.”
She freezes for a moment, then sits up slowly, stuttering. “Right now?”
“Right now, Omega. I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind.”
She laughs, and it’s so carefree that my knees nearly buckle. “I accepted your dare, I wouldn’t back out.”
“Because I’m not giving you the chance! See you soon.”
I’m practically skipping out of the bedroom when I realize six eyes are on me.
“She’s up?” Dexter asks stiffly.
“Yep! And today is my date day. So if you’ll excuse me, I have to go shower.” I attempt to brush past my brother, but he holds a hand out and grabs me by the shoulder.
“She needs to eat.”
I shrug him off. “You think I won’t feed her? I’m going to spoil the fuck out of her.”
Quinton snorts. “How are you going to throw together a date at the last minute?”
“I am nothing if not resourceful!” I spin past Dexter and wrench open the door to Alex’s trailer. Jude is nowhere in sight. Not sure where the big guy is, but I’m glad here’s not here because I’m sure the controlling Alpha would try to stop me.
“Just be careful,” Matteo calls after me. “She’s still sick. And I’ll know if she gets upset.”
“Heard!” I shout over my shoulder as I rush to my trailer.
I take a quick shower, then place an order for delivery as I’m brushing my teeth. I’m not going to let my girl starve. This may be a very last-minute date, and I don’t have the time to plan a day full of grand gestures, but I know in my gut that I don’t need to.
This is going to be the real me, the me she’s going to get every day if she lets me into her heart. Not a day of fanciful promises. Just me and her, her and me, Alpha and Omega.
It’s going to be perfect.
Seventeen minutes later, I’m back in Alex’s trailer, wet blonde hair brushed back behind my ears, wearing a cropped t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I’m burning up, probably from the excitement, even though it’s November.
“Going for casual, then?” My brother scoffs.
