Page 54 of Pack Choice
She’s waiting for me with her hands on her hips, looking unimpressed.
“Can’t a woman pee in peace?”
“Not when the woman in question is an omega from a family like the Stormgates.”
She narrows her eyes at me and strolls straight into a cubicle. “So what? You’re planning to listen to me pee, are you? I didn’t realize a pervert lurked beneath that straight-laced appearance.”
She has noidea. No idea.
She bolts the door with an angry harrumph.
“No, I am not planning on listening to you pee,” I say, striding to the sink and turning on three of the faucets.
A few minutes later, she reappears, still frowning, and sashays to join me at the sink, washing her hands under the running stream and shaking away the excess water.
“I think we should go home,” I tell her.
She picks up one of the folded hand towels, dries her hands and drops it into a waste basket, then leans her hip against the countertop.
“Why?”
“Those assholes out there. I don’t know what they’re playing at–”
“They want me,” she says simply. “Both of them.”
I mutter a string of curses that would have my mom boxing my ears; my jaw, my neck and my shoulders all tightening.
“You think that’s what that was?” I say tightly.
“I know that’s what it was about,” she says, her eyes lingering on the twitching muscle on my pec. “Because they’ve both made their intentions clear.”
“He’s your boss.”
“I am aware.”
“You could do a lot better.”
“Than a pair of billionaires?” She laughs.
“Than a pair of assholes.”
“You’re right,” she sighs, “I’m holding out for a pack.”
Something in my chest pulls and the blood in my veins runs colder.
A pack. It’s what she needs. It’s what she deserves. The tags hanging around my neck rest heavy against my sternum.
“Then let’s go.”
Her lips twitch. “I’m kind of curious to see how things work out there. I think it will be fun.”
“You and I have different definitions of fun, Omega.”
“Oh yeah?” she says. “What does Mr. Military do for fun?”
“Mr. Military?” I say, tilting my head in an unamused manner.
“Uh huh … let me think. Shooting tin cans in your backyard?”
