Page 4 of Knotting Hill
He is furious.
But so am I.
How dare he blame me for thisafterhe tried to save me? He knows it was that dog that tripped me up.
“Send me the bill,” I grit out.
“Where to?” he spits.
“Storm Rivers at Robb & Robb.”
“Fine.”
After yet more intense glaring, I huff and storm off, feeling a twinge in my ankle, but I keep going, one fist clenching around the mostly empty cardboard cup, the other practically squashing my muffin. Tears prick my eyes suddenly. That was a horrible encounter, a horrible situation that I’ve been blamed for that wasn’t even my fault. I can feel the gaze of the two alphas and the dog lady on my back as I stalk away, so I lift my chin higher.
“Fucking arsehole. Hope your knot falls off.”
I feel marginally better after this, even though I wish I could’ve said it to his face.
I know I’ve got coffee all down my clothes, but he didn’t care about that, did he? Noooooo. Well, he should’ve just let me fall on my arse, and he would've been saved from the incident. He is to blame, really. Wanker.
There wasn’t a chance in hell I would go for him anyway, but I didn’t care.NowI will warn any and all omegas away from him and his pack.
I pause outside the building that houses the doctor’s offices. I blink back the tears. I have a feeling this is about my hangover. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t bother me as much. Inhaling deeply, I bite the top off the muffin that somehow made it through the incident intact. Taking a step forward as I see a patient enter the building, I realise I’m late.
“Fuck.”
I may be sunny and friendly and try to get along with everyone, but JP has wound me up the wrong way, and now I’m late for work.
Alluring scent or not, he can get knotted.
Four
Russell
Blinking my gritty eyes,I’m not really sure what the fuck just happened. I usually have a bit more about me, but I’m that hungover I'm surprised I’m standing up. Bringing the cardboard cup of cappuccino to my mouth, I take a ponderous sip.
Watching JP say goodbye to the old bat who waylaid us and caused all of this mayhem, I flick my gaze to the omega stalking away. She smells like cherries. Fresh, ripe and juicy. It hit my nose the second JP grabbed her elbow to stop her from falling on her arse.
It has consumed my somewhat dull senses, taken over and woken me up slightly. I only half heard what Josh was saying about mating. I know it wasn’t immediate, so I kind of tuned out. I’m not interested in that right now. I like playing the field. I like the option of being able to stick my dick into a hot omega in the ladies’ room of a club and then have it fall into her friend on the way out.
Like last night.
I smile at the memory but then get interrupted.
“Fuck’s sake,” JP mutters and stalks away in the opposite direction.
I turn and fall into step next to him.
After a few seconds, when it all seems to catch up in my foggy brain, I whack him on the chest with my free hand. “What the fuck was that?”
“What?” he growls, plucking the coffee-stained tee away from him in distaste.
“You didn’t need to make her pay for your fucking dry cleaning. It was your fault she spilt it on you.”
“Well, it was Mrs Figg’s dog’s, actually.”
“Youreached out to save her.”
