Page 112 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterThirty-Two
WHITNEY
Tuesday morning I wake to an empty house. By the time I make it to the kitchen around ten, the coffee has turned cold. I dump it out and start a fresh batch. A note catches the corner of my eye, and I pick it up, reading the sloppy handwriting.
Avi went to his psych class and the other three went on a quick shopping trip. Hayden signed the note with an angular heart, and even though the shape is a little aggressive looking with its sharp points, I can’t help but grin. He’s adorable.
While the coffee brews, I turn on the TV and use the smart apps to get to a music streaming service. I hum along to a popular pop song, cleaning up the coffee table and washing the two dirty cups I found. The guys cleaned up after dinner last night, but whoever wiped down the counters did a horrible job. With the coffee machine and music as background noise, I set to work scrubbing and drying the counters until they’re clean the way I like them.
I’m in the middle of starting a load of laundry when I suddenly realize I’m playing the role of Betty homemaker. With a strange smile, I grab a cup and fill it with coffee. If this is what my life is going to be like, I honestly can’t complain. Having to fix the counters is a hell of a lot easier than having to worry about being beaten or forced to take drugs and dance against my will. My nature as an omega makes sliding into the role easier. My instincts drive me to make sure things are nice and tidy.
The guys arrive back home a little while later, catching me snooping through a hallway closet. I slam the door shut and lean against it, grimacing like I got caught stealing cookies.
“Oh, hey.”
Asher lifts an eyebrow. “Why do you look so guilty? Did my mom leave something embarrassing behind?”
“You’re not mad I was looking through her things?”
“Hell no,” he says with a laugh. “This is your house now. Look all you like, babe.”
I wrinkle my brow. “I wanted to make sure we had plenty of blankets.”
“It’s still summer. Are you expecting a cold front?” Trev asks.
Hayden gives him an incredulous look—mouth half open and face contorted in disbelief. “Omegas like blankets for their nest.”
“Shit, right. Sorry.” Trev drops a paper sack on the counter and slowly approaches me, holding out another bag that looks suspiciously expensive with its fancy paper and dainty string handles.
“What’s that?” I warily eye the bag.
“A gift.”
“For what?”
He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “Uh, for joining the pack, I guess.”
“I don’t want to owe you.” The words slip out before I can stop them. Old habits die hard. I don’t like owing people favors; it only leads to drama.
“It’s a gift,” he says again, this time sounding confused. “Why would you owe me anything for a present?”
“Never mind.” I wave my hand to shoo the words away. “Thank you for the—” I lift an eyebrow.
“Clothes.” He hands me the bag and this time I take it.
“Right, thank you.” I hold the bag at my side, and he blinks, waiting for something.
“Oh my God, you two are ridiculous. Open the damn present. Trev spent thirty minutes picking it out.” Asher huffs.
“Shouldn’t it be, oh my Asher?” I ask, batting my eyelashes at him.
His chest rumbles with a purr, and he runs his hands through his hair, pushing the dark locks to the side. “Only in the bedroom.”
Trev is still standing in front of me, and his eyes are starting to shutter, like he’s locking himself away from me. I clear my throat and squat down, placing the bag on the floor and opening it. Pushing the pale pink tissue aside, I suck in a breath when I see the softest pair of pajama shorts I’ve ever seen. They’re mint green and made of silk. There’s a skimpy tank top to complete the set, but it’s what’s under the pajamas that takes me by surprise. More than a dozen thongs and boy shorts lie at the bottom of the bag. Different colors, patterns, materials. He must have bought one of every type.
“Trev,” I say softly, shaking my head. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough. I didn’t want to buy more clothes without talking to you first, but I felt safe getting those.” He pauses, and I glance up at him. “Do you like them?”
