Page 2 of Pack Choice
I strain to see what he’s writing, but he’s too far away.
Whatever it is, it won’t be good. Some mark against me.
Well, guess what, Jerkface, I don’t care.
“Did you buy that pen especially for this event?” I ask in my best bored voice.
He glances at the pen in his hand, like he’s only just noticed it.
“No, why?”
“To impress me and all the other omegas here tonight.”
“Are you usually impressed by pens?” he asks, the corner of his mouth twitching.
I reach over and take the pen from his hand, examining it closely. I’m pretty sure it’s made from real gold. It has weight to it and feels heavy in my hand. It is a nice pen. But it’s such an obvious play. I bet he’s wearing some flashy watch too. The message: look at me, I have money. Which means he probably has none.
Not that that bothers me. It’s the deception I don’t like.
“The pen itself is not what impresses me, it’s what the owner can do with it that counts.”
He stares at me as I hand his pen back.
I told you, spicy. I’m not one of those sweet omegas who will giggle and blush. I’m a little more forward than that. I’ve learned the hard way that life is far too short to be anything else.
I swallow hard on that thought and glance away from the man in front of me, his gaze far too intense.
I hear him shuffle his piece of paper.
“You’re not very friendly, are you?” he says.
“And you are not the best conversationalist,” I snap, swinging my head back towards him.
He frowns. “Probably not.”
“You need to work on that if you hope to woo an omega.”
“Woo?” His lips curl and I roll my eyes.
“That is why you’re here, right?”
“I’m here to meet an omega I’m hoping to like.”
“So you’re here to hook up?” I should have guessed. That’s why he’s at my table and not queuing to meet the sweeter, more homely omegas who will make the perfect mate for a pack of alphas ready to settle down.
“Is that a proposition?” He frowns.
“No.”
His green eyes flick around my form. “Shame.”
I roll my eyes again, this time adding a huff.
“You always roll your eyes at alphas? Do you think that’s sensible?”
“I don’talwaysroll my eyes at alphas. I only roll my eyes at alphas who say dumb things that require such a reaction.”
He scowls at me and ducks his head down, adding some more scribbles to his notes.
