Page 90 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
I release a heavy breath and drop the last of the silverware in. She hands me soap and grabs two wine coolers from the fridge.
She offers me one. “It’s nothing fancy.”
“This is perfect.”
“Do you want to see the guest house?” She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I wrinkle my nose at the obvious suggestive nature of her elation.
Aren’t moms supposed to be embarrassed at the thought of their kid having sex?
“Don’t give me that look. I know what happens when an omega goes into heat. You’re going to love it, so long as you have everything you need for your nest. When is your birthday?”
I think for a second. “Nine days.”
She grimaces. “Not much time then. Your pre-heat will be intense the first time. Did your mom tell you about it?”
The question is so innocent that I don’t think she meant to pry.
“Um, my mom was sort of out of the picture.” That’s easier than explaining that my mother locked me in a cellar every time her heat hit because she thought I wanted to sleep with my fathers. That might be a bit too much for the first day we meet.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, don’t worry, I’m an expert.” She winks at me and leads me out of the house.
The men watch us walk across the patio, their conversation lulling. I glance over my shoulder to make sure they’re all okay. Melanie’s mates are staring at her like she hung the moon. My guys are not far off that mark. Nerves flutter in my stomach, and I try not to read too much into it. We’re pretending.
Well, Hayden isn’t. I know he likes me. The others? They’re all putting on a show so as not to raise suspicion. They’re doing a damn good job of it too. I almost believed the affection written across their features.
My silly, attention-starved heart doesn’t understand like my mind does. It beats a little faster, hoping that this is what we’ve been waiting for our whole lives.
Belonging.
Love.
Being cherished.
Now I understand why people say hearts can’t be trusted.
