Page 19 of Manny's Surprise Baby
“No one does, until they try.”
“You do.”
“I’m a helper. If I had to do it alone, I’d be scared too.”
He sighed. “I appreciate the lie. But relating to her seems effortless to you.”
I moved closer to him. “Listen, you can do this.”
“You really think so?”
“I do.”
We were only about a foot apart, and his gaze dropped to my mouth. There was a weird energy between us, and I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t like alphas, and he didn’t date guys. Yet I’d have laid money that what I was experiencing with him was sexual tension.
“I haven’t found anyone to watch Emily yet.” His voice was soft.
“You will.”
He frowned and just stared at me.
I had the oddest compulsion to move even closer, just to see what he’d do. If I got really close, would he push me away or tug me closer? He was an alpha after all. They took what they wanted, when they wanted it.
Do I want him to want me? Since when?
I stepped back and moved to the coffeepot again. What was wrong with me? I usually spent my time avoiding alphas, not trying to entice them. Maybe I’d gone too long without sleeping with anyone. I needed to find a nice, easygoing omega and release some damn tension before I got myself in a bad situation.
“How come you don’t want to stay longer? You obviously like Emily.” His gaze was pinned on me.
My pulse fluttered at the intensity of his look. “I think I’d be more comfortable in a home with an omega present.”
“Why?”
“I get along better with omegas.”
“I know it’s more. What was Emily talking about earlier? When she said your alpha turned bad?”
“It’s not important. I just don’t enjoy being around alphas in general.”
“I know it’s more personal than that.”
I shrugged. “Let’s just say, I’ve never met an alpha I’ve liked.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Scowling, I faced him. “Excuse me?”
“In my line of work I need to read people. I can read you too, Pierce. My guess is you did meet an alpha you liked, but he let you down somehow.”
I gave a hard laugh. “Please tell me you don’t think I’m such a sap that I’d blame all alphas because one special alpha did me wrong.”
“I doubt you’d be that mundane.”
“Thank you.” I turned back to the coffeemaker and punched in some numbers to set the brew time.
“So why do you hate alphas?”
I sighed impatiently. “Hate is too strong of a word. I simply don’t trust your kind.”
