Page 29 of Rocked By the Alpha
“He is. I googled him. I’m not stupid. He’s been in a few indie films and is about to start shooting a block buster.”
“You got a picture?” Ruby asks and Tanya fishes out her phone from her pocket, thumbs poised above the screen to start typing.
“Chris Scott.”
“Hmmm a Chris — bound to be a star one day. Does he have a Chris body?” Ruby asks.
“Hang on.” Tanya’s thumb skips across the screen of her phone. “Oh my, Nat, the man is fine.”
“Uh huh,” Natasha hums.
Tanya whistles. “This indie movie he did. What did he tell you about it?”
“We didn’t do a lot of talking.”
“Looks like some kinky shit.”
“Let me see,” Ruby says, moving to peer over Tanya’s shoulder. The black-and-white picture on Tanya’s phone contains an almost nude man, only a strategically placed sheet protecting his modesty.
“Did he look that good in the flesh?” Tanya asks. “Wait — there’s a sex scene!”
Natasha picks up an orange from the fruit bowl and throws it in Tanya’s direction. Tanya ducks and it nips Ruby on the forehead.
“Hey,” Ruby says, rubbing her head.
“Sorry I was aiming for Tanya. Stop being such a perve.” Natasha turns back to the articles and lays them out across the counter. “Come look at these Ruby? It’s amazing. You know Alison’s phone has been ringing off the hook all morning. She’s already booked us on the Late Night Show and Hollywood Chat. And there are requests from so many magazines and TV shows I’ve lost count.”
“What did she say about the finger?”
Nat shrugs, not taking her eyes off the articles. “What can she say? I secured us all this free publicity.”
Ruby drops her eyes to the photos so her friend won’t see her annoyance. Why does everything with West’s band and hers only ever seem to get more complicated?
Her mouth drops open as she takes it all in; photo after photo of the three of them plus several of Ruby on her own. “Fuck. This is really happening, isn’t it?”
“You bet it fucking is!” Natasha laughs. “We’re going to need to go shopping for new outfits, get Fiona to work on our looks for each show.”
“Wait,” Ruby says, “Alison hasn’t forgotten my heat starts on Tuesday, has she? I’m out of action for most of next week.”
“Can’t you delay it?” Tanya asks from the sofa.
“I’ve already run three packs of suppressants back to back, besides it’s already on its way — I can’t stop it now.”
“Ahhh. I thought you seemed a bit flushed when you first came in.”
Ruby gives a noncommittal nod. The flush was more likely from the daydreaming she’d been doing on the car trip back home — reliving all those moments with the Alpha last night and this morning. He wants to come to her heat. She still can’t quite believe that. Sure, most Alphas couldn’t turn down an Omega in heat even if they tried. But most Alphas aren’t West Stone. He is an Alpha who can have any woman he wants. An Alpha who certainly takes advantage of that, flitting from one woman to the next. To snare his undivided attention for three whole days feels like a privilege. Especially when his attention is like the sunshine, everything feels warmer and brighter immersed in it.
“It’s fine,” Natasha says, “Nothing’s booked until the weekend after. In fact, she’s told me and Tanya to take the week off.”
“Lucky things!” Ruby says.
“You’re the lucky one. Jason will still be away, remember?”
“You could go meet him,” Natasha says.
Tanya grins. “Now there’s an idea.” She slides off the sofa and comes to examine the articles spread out on the counter. “Have you got anyone lined up for this heat?” She nudges Ruby with her shoulder.
“Not yet,” Ruby says, chewing on her bottom lip, willing her face to remain neutral.
