Page 15 of My Omega's Baby
He moved away from me, and his laugh was stiff. “He’s a real kidder.”
Heather looked completely confused for a second, and then she laughed loudly. “Oh, my gosh. You totally had me convinced.”
“He likes to play pranks.” Blade spoke through gritted teeth.
“Guilty.” I held up my hand. My face was so hot I knew it was probably beet red.
“There’s nothing wrong with being bisexual.” She patted Blade’s arm.
“Yeah, I know. But I’m not.” His voice was gruff.
She giggled. “You two actually do make a cute couple.”
“No. We don’t because we aren’t a couple, remember?” I laughed a little too loudly and glanced around.
“Yeah, if I was bisexual he’s the last guy in the world I’d hook up with.” The angry look he gave me made my gut clench.
She bugged her eyes. “Oh, shit. Wait. Are youthatWyatt?” She snorted a laugh. “Oh, yeah. Never mind. I know you two can’t stand each other.”
I scowled at Blade. “She’s knows who I am?”
Now he looked more embarrassed than angry. “Apparently.”
She grimaced as if she realized she’d put her foot in her mouth. “Oh, you know, he would just talk about work sometimes.” She laughed uneasily. “But now I can see for myself you do like to cause trouble.”
I chuffed. “Hey, he’s played just as many pranks on me as I’ve played on him.”
“You started it.”
She laughed. “If you two hate each other so much, why are you shopping together?”
“Work.” Blade’s voice was clipped.
“Ahh. I see.” She smiled and stepped closer to Blade. “It sure is great to see you.” She walked her fingers up his chest. “We had a lot of fun together, didn’t we?”
He put his hands on her waist. “Um… yep.”
Irritation boiled in my gut when she touched him. I knew it wasn’t any of my business who he fucked, but the way she pressed into him annoyed me for some reason.
“We should get together again real soon.” She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Anytime anyone kissed in front of me I found it awkward, but the sight of her laying a wet one on Blade made me unreasonably angry. I knew I had no reason to be bothered, but I had to restrain myself from pushing her away from him.
“Hey, you two. Get a room.” Even I could hear how stiff and uneasy I sounded.
She ended the kiss and turned to me, licking her lips. “Yummy.” Her expression was challenging, and I suddenly realized she wasn’t as cool with the idea of him being bisexual as she’d pretended. She kept a possessive hand on his arm. “You make a girl’s toes curl, Blade.”
Sweaty and irritable as I stared at her smug face, I tried to remind myself that I didn’t actually like Blade sexually. I didn’t like him period. But I also didnotlike her touching him. My wolf was pissed off at the way she kept her hand on him. I tried to shove it down, but it fought me, just like it had last night when I’d felt attracted to Blade.
I was so confused by my emotions the last few days. I liked girls. Blade liked girls. I had nothing to be feeling territorial about. I couldn’t stand Blade. What was going on with me that my wolf kept trying to connect with him? We were lucky if we could spend an hour together without bickering. But even as I told myself that, my gaze dropped to check out whether or not his cock was bulged from kissing her. I couldn’t really tell, and I couldn’t understand why I cared.
He stepped back from her, and he put his grip on the cart. “I’ll call you.”
Her eyes brightened and she nodded. “Yeah, please do.” She fake pouted. “I’ve missed you horribly.”
“I’ve missed you too,” he said with little emotion.
She wandered away and he turned the cart and headed toward the checkout. I could tell he was pissed because of the rigidity of his broad shoulders. He unloaded stuff onto the conveyor belt, and when I tried to help he pushed me away.
