Page 32 of In Doubt
“Yeah, I guess I did.” She sighs. “Just …“ She fixes me with her intelligent eyes. “Why does everything always have to be about sex between alphas and omegas?”
“Honestly,” I say and she nods. “Because the sex is so good, it’s hard for it not to be.” I keep my eyes locked on her face, fighting the urge to let my gaze swim down her body.
“Hmmm,” she says, taking another swig of her coke. I wonder what kind of sex she’s been having for that kind of response. Her voice is laced with sarcasm when she speaks again, “I suppose you’ve had a lot so you’d know.”
Maybe I have. But I haven’t had her.
9
Giorgie
Balancing my collection of souvenirs in my arms, I climb out of the taxi.
“Do you need a hand with all those?” Levi calls as he scoots over to the seat I’ve just vacated.
“No, I’m good,” I say, tucking them under my chin. I hesitate. “Thanks for seeing me home.”
“My pleasure,” he says in a way that has my insides fluttering.
I spin on my toes.
Today has been confusing. Very confusing. I need to lie out on my bed and try to untangle my thoughts.
I had a stupid little freak out in the trench and had our dig find snatched from our hands by the more senior researchers. Yet I feel like I’m walking on air as I cross the empty foyer and climb the stairs.
I stepped inside Rulox Temple! My mind bubbles with the carvings and pictures I saw there today, forming new ideas and connections. I’m excited to curl up on my bunk, study the sketches I made and scribble down all my ideas.
But when I push open the dormitory door, I’m pounced on by Sia, a towel wrapped around her body, her hair wet.
She grabs both my elbows as I enter the room and drags me down to sit on the edge of my bunk.
“Details now!” she shrieks, her eyes hungrily roaming my face.
“It was amazing, Sia.”
“Oh my God, Giorgie! I’m so happy for you.”
“I know! I’ve never seen anything like it!”
Sia’s eyes widen. “Was it big?”
“Huge. Far bigger than I thought it would be.”
“I always thought it would be big,” she mumbles with a sly smile.
“Yes, but the carvings–”
“Carvings?” Sia’s lip curls in disgust.
We stare at each other. “Yes, Sia, the carvings of Isis on the front of the temple.” I scowl at her. “What did you think I was talking about?”
“Jake Grantham.”
“What about him?”
“Giorgie! Did you not spend the afternoon on a sightseeing trip with Jake Grantham?”
“Well, yes. And his pack.”
