Page 25 of Knot Their Boo
Ooooh, the glare she shoots me is lethal, and I love every fucking second of it.
“See you soon,” I say, blowing her a kiss as I head out the door.
SABLE
Escaping the bar owned by the alpha I gave my virginity to, with cum soaking my thong, was not on my bingo card for this year.
Neither was Plum laughing her ass off the entire drive home.
She’s no saint though, because she is dripping in a familiar scent, but only one of us has a wet spot, so I can’t say much.
“Taron finger fucking you in a supply room wasn’t how I expected the night to end for you,” she snickers, and I flip her off, which only makes her laugh harder. Evil little elf.
“It was a temporary lapse in judgment,” I grumble, and she scoffs, glancing at me for a second before fixing her eyes back on the road.
“Riiiight.”
“Yeah, alright, what about you though, huh?!” I demand, gesturing to her as I raise one brow. “Why do you smell like a certain someone's farm, huh?” I have no proof that Plum was fooling around with Nick, but she smells like a hint of hay. I narrow my eyes at her as she blushes bright red.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Plum shrugs, and it’s my turn to scoff.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I shake my head at her, smirking just a little. “Never play poker, by the way.”
“Oh, shut up! You’re the one who smells like omega slick, not me!” Plum snarks, and we both burst with laughter. When the laughing finally dies, and she pulls into the parking lot for my shop, I turn to her.
“You know, you can talk to me about anything, right?” I tell her gently, hoping she still trusts me to keep her secrets.
“There’s nothing to tell,” she sighs, shrugging one shoulder.
“Alright, Sugarplum.” I take her hand in mine and give it a little squeeze. “See you soon.”
Sable
Now here I am, anxiously avoiding thinking about my date with Rhian tonight.
After what I saw. After what Taron did minutes later. So I’m baking those cookies for Colter at nine in the morning. Three dozen should be enough…
My phone buzzing startles me so badly that I jump, almost dropping the bowl of cookie batter I was mixing on the floor.
Rhian: Wear something you don’t mind getting dirty.
I stare at the text for a long moment before sending a thumbs-up in reply.
But as I spoon dollops of dough onto cookie trays, I can’t think about anything else. So I grab my phone, dial Plum, and put the call on speaker.
“Yes?” she asks, sounding slightly concerned. Fair. I tend to stick to texting if I can.
“I have a date with Rhian tonight,” I yelp.
“Oh. You scared me for no reason. Next time, text me!” Plum snaps, clearly distressed, and I wince.
“I’m making cookies and my hands are dirty,” I explain. “Rhian is texting me, saying I need to wear something I don’t mind getting dirty. What does that mean?”
“So you called for outfit advice?” she grumbles, clearly unamused.
“Not exactly. You know how Taron and I…” I trail off, but Plum just chuckles, so I keep going. “Well, right before that, I caught Rhian in a compromised position. With Taron…”
“Ooooh,” she murmurs. “That makes sense, actually. I’ve seen them dancing around each other at the bar a few times. I thought that was just Taron being an odd alpha though.”
