Page 42 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterTwelve
WHITNEY
Avi’s door is firmly shut. There’s no sound in the house but the ticking of a clock. Instead of standing in the bathroom like a weirdo, I make my way to the front of the house. The kitchen and living room are connected as one giant room. With the four doors I counted down the hallway—not including the bathroom—this house is a mansion compared to the one I grew up in.
I trace my hand over the glossy butcher block island. The house is cleaner than I’d expect for men, but there’s still a small pile of dishes beside the sink.
“I was getting ready to clean,” a deep voice says from behind me.
Taking a steadying breath, I look over at Avi standing next to the double-door fridge. I’m almost sad he put on a shirt, but it’s probably for the best. My hormones are on overdrive because my heat is two weeks away. It’s not his fault he’s attractive and my body is basically screaming take me now. I’ve had sex before, with deltas I don’t remember, but the attraction I’d felt to those men is nothing like what I feel around Avi.
Hayden and Asher stir the same feelings, but there’s something about this guy that makes me feel safe even though I hardly know him. He tips his head to the side. Does he feel it too?
“You’re hurt.” His rich brown eyes are focused on my face.
Oh. I cup my cheek. “My alpha’s mate didn’t like me very much.”
He leans against the door of the refrigerator. “I suspect not. I don’t know any omega that would be happy about sharing.” A subtle hint of lemon and eucalyptus wraps around me. His scent is soothing. Calming.
“He didn’t want me for that.” I make a face. “I didn’t want him like that either.”
“I’m sensing there’s a story. Care to share with the class?” His lips kick up into a ghost of a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“It’s nothing exciting. I got in trouble the night before the Compatibility Ceremony—”
“The dumbest event in the world,” he cuts in.
I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess it is. Anyway, I broke one too many rules and Camila sent me to the auctions. The alpha who bought me owned Twisters.”
“Did he?” Avi’s gaze darkens. “And he’s where now?”
“Arrested,” I say, giving him a curious look. “Why?”
“No reason. Are you hungry?” He pushes off the fridge, brushing his black hair off his forehead and opening the door.
“No. I’m not staying.”
“Where are you going?” Avi asks, surveying the food. He settles on a bottle of flavored water.
“Jail.”
He jerks around, incredulity painted over his face. “You’re not going to jail.”
“I asked,” I say with a shrug. “I don’t have anywhere to go. It’s only for the night,” I continue when his brow furrows, “then tomorrow I’m reporting to the Omega Council for reassignment.”
Avi processes what I’ve said for a few moments. “Asher said he’d take you?”
“Yeah.” I nod, checking the front door. Asher is taking his sweet time.
“You’re not going to jail.” Avi sounds so sure.
“Listen, I’m going. Asher is changing and then he’s taking me.”
“No.” Avi shakes his head, eyes glittering with mischief. “Asher’s not taking you anywhere.”
“If this is some alpha posturing—”
“It’s not,” Asher says.
