Page 35 of Broken Harmony
There’s zero sexual desire between the group of us, but Liam doesn’t seem to get that.
And I’ve been having some fun with it.
It’s been three months since Liam took the position as my personal bodyguard. At first, I wasn’t sure how it was going to go. Letting someone new in after so many people in my life doing me dirty wasn’t easy.
But Liam has proved, time and time again, that he is indeed good at his job.
Fans don’t get a chance to get close enough to reach out and grab me anymore. When people wait outside venues for autographs, he’s right there next to me, making sure everyone behaves.
If I’m working, he’s glued to my side. But as soon as we’re back in the safety of the hotel or tour bus, it’s like he just disappears. I know he’s close by; he doesn’t seem to go far, but it’s like he’s trying to put as much space between us as he can.
I hate it. Sometimes, I think he doesn’t like me. I don’t know why, I’m a fucking delight, okay?
Then it’s times like this, when his eyes devour me, setting my skin on fire, that has me believing otherwise.
You’d have to be blind not to see the attraction between us; that much is obvious. It’s getting the man to admit it, that’s the challenge.
One that I’ve taken him up on.
Hence, why I’m standing in a bra and panties.
I wasn’t sure if he would be on the bus; he rarely is. But... just in case. You never know.
It paid off this time.
Liam’s jaw flexes, the broody look still firmly on his handsome face. “We leave in fifteen minutes. Be ready to go by then.” Liam pushes off the door and turns around, hand going to the handle to open it.
“Whatever you say,Daddy.” I bite my lip, trying not to laugh while the guys snicker.
Liam shoots me a glare over his shoulder, but fuck me, I see the heat in his eyes.Ohhh, Daddy Liam likes it. Huh, gonna file that little tidbit of information away for later.
Liam throws the door open, slamming it behind him.
“That man needs to get laid,” Skyler laughs, shaking his head.
My brows furrow as I cast a glare my best friend's way. “Fuck off,” I hiss.
Skyler laughs. “Sorry, Spitfire. Forgot you got the hots for him.”
“I do—” he raises his brow. “Oh fuck off,” I growl, ducking back into the bathroom, annoyed with their asses already.
“If you think Liam needs to get laid so badly, why doesn’t Ally take one for the team?” Ryker says when I step out of my bedroom dressed in jeans and a pink crop top.
“What the fuck?” I huff.
“Clearly, he wants you.” Tyson grins. “You can cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a knife.”
“He wants to fuck me because I’m an Omega. It’s what most Alphas want.” I wave him off, opening the little fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“We don’t,” Skyler points out.
“Okay, you don’t count." I roll my eyes. “You’re practically my brothers. Of course, you don’t want to fuck me. It would be like fucking your sister.”
“Thanks for that image.” Skyler wrinkles his nose, and I snort a laugh.
“The fact is, he just wants me for my body. Nothing more. So, no, I won’t be taking one for the team. Because when I’m with someone, I want it to be with someone I have feelings for. Not for a quick, cheap fuck.”
“I don’t know.” Ryker smirks. “You don’t look cheap to me.” He eyes me up. “I’d say you’d go for a good hundred k an hour at least.”
