Page 8 of Omega Untamed
“Bast, I swear it. Why the drama of the cage? I’m not a danger. If your boss wants to talk to me so bad, then he knows that.”
I was used to this. First, the prey tries to reason his way out, pretend he’s a cooperative captive.
“You look pretty smart,” Kee continued. “So you know I’m telling the truth. I’m just an Omega, nobody, really. Come on. We’ll wait together. I hear your TV. We can just watch a movie and wait.”
“Do you,” I began, very slowly. Then stopped and started again. I used this tactic partly because I was bored, but also because I knew if I spoke slowly so they hung on every word, it got their attention as well as intimidated them.
“Do you want this cola or not?”
“Is it drugged? Is it going to make me sick?”
“I don’t know. Are you allergic to soda?”
“No. But why should I trust you?”
“Very well.” I started to turn away.
“No! No! I want it. I do. I do!”
“If I give it to you, will you shut up, then?”
Kee’s smooth eyebrows shot downward, as if pain lanced his forehead. He probably did have a headache after the punch Stone had given him. A trace of blood still edged the right side of his mouth. He’d managed to wipe the rest away. The caffeine would do him good, not that I cared.
As if not hearing—or understanding my words—Kee said, “I swear, I’ll be good. I’ll giveyoua good time, if you just let me out. Please!”
In one of the drawers in the kitchen, I kept earplugs for situations like these. I contemplated setting down both drinks and getting them.
Kee blurted out quickly, “Okay, I’ll be quiet. I swear. I’ll take the drink.”
If it would shut him up, I’d do almost anything.
But of course, I didn’t believe him. It didn’t matter. I’d always intended to give him the drink.
I walked to the edge of the cage and stuck my hand out as far as the bars. Kee had to thrust his hand out and lean against the bars to reach me. He scowled as he took the plastic glass and looked down.
“What, no ice?”
I almost knocked it out of his hand, then. I would have been able to. He hadn’t backed up and I could easily reach him.
Instead, I turned my back on him and went back to the red leather couch, taking a drag of my cola from the bottle, which I preferred. The taste was better when it came from the original glass bottle it was packaged in. Sweet with a punch, and cold.
I sat facing away from Kee, and put my legs up on a low, square coffee table in front of the couch. I’d worn my ankle boots today, black leather with a silver button on the outside of each, and I crossed my ankles and wiggled my toes within them. I would have preferred taking them off, but if Myre came in and I was in stocking feet, I’d feel completely wrong. Unfinished. Not to the job.
As it was, I remained unwrinkled and in order. My nap had not messed anything up. My hair was still combed straight back in a gleaming cap, set behind my ears. With the right cut and comb, and a bit of mousse, it stayed where I wanted it.
I heard scuffling from the cage. Heavy sighing. A whimper.
I shut my eyes and counted to ten, then opened them. The TV blared some romantic scene. The Alpha and Omega couple on the screen were making love. Badly. No chemistry. All arms and legs getting in the way of things, though the Omega did have a cute ass.
A voice wafted over the sounds of kissing and moaning.
“I think I’ve seen that one,” said Kee. “I can only hear it, but it’s a terrible movie. Just sayin’.”
I ignored him.
“I think the Omega ends up killing his lover because the Alpha is, well, as they say, unable to keep his dick in his pants. There’s a murder trial. It’s really awful. You should change the channel.”
“Don’t talk.” I spoke in an ordinary tone, staring forward, seeing nothing.
