Page 103 of Knot for Me
I bat my eyelashes. “Please, I really need this.”
“I thought you needed a knot and you got the vibrator for that.”
“It’s the aesthetic, Amelie. The smell. The lighting. The music. The temperature. It all matters. Aesthetic is so important.”
“Well, I’m not one to stand in the way ofaesthetics.” She pulls her keys out of her pocket. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t tear the place down while I’m gone. Have you eaten? You look hungry.”
“I’m not—actually. I am hungry.”
She nods. “Snacks fix everything.”
“Almost everything.” I lift an eyebrow.
“Ugh, God, you’re an impatient bitch when you’re in pre-heat.”
We head out of the library and back toward the kitchen. There are some wavy chips with that delicious fake cheese. So bad for my health but oh so freaking delicious.
“I’m sorry,” I say honestly. “I appreciate the help.”
“I know. It’s okay. No hard feelings. See you soon.”
We part ways at the kitchen, Amelie continuing on down the hallway toward the front door and me diverting to the pantry. I grab the bag of chips and a fresh bottle of fizzy water and head to the table. I pause at the trash can, eyeing the lid and contemplating a rescue mission.
Nah. Fuck that spatula.
Besides, there are plenty more. It’s not like this mansion is hurting for supplies. Unless you count fake candles. Then we’re 0 for 1. I rip the chip bag open and start the diligent effort of destroying the entire bag by myself. A pre-heat omega would make a great competitive eater. Hey, if being a maid doesn’t work out for me, maybe I can rely on that as a source of income.
Who am I kidding? I’m more likely to kick someone in the face because they looked at me wrong than actually finish eating the food. I don’t think it’s safe for me to be around people in my pre-heat. I’ll be lucky if Amelie doesn’t hate me.
I crush the bag of chips in ten minutes. I toss the empty wrapper into the trash with the stupid-ass spatula and wash my hands, eyeing the hallway. Frank hasn’t shown his face much this week, and I want to apologize before I go into my heat and forget. I quickly dry my hands and head into the hallway, stopping short when I see Frank grinning down at his phone.
“You have a girlfriend.”
He startles and locks his phone quickly enough to be suspicious. “What? No I don’t.”
“Liar. Who is she? Is she hot? Does she like the whole silent lurking bit you do?” I saunter up to him with a smirk. “What’s her name?”
“No one you’d know,” he says, searching my face. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine. Sorry for being an asshole.”
“It’s okay, I know you’re not yourself.”
“Still doesn’t make it right.” I glance around, already feeling the urge to curl up in the closet in my giant pile of blankets. “Thanks for taking care of those alphas the other day.”
“It’s my job, Reagan. No thanks needed.” Even though he tries to minimize it, he stands a little taller. Maybe he isn’t told he does a good job often enough.
“Well, either way. I appreciate you saving our alphas from doing something they’d regret.”
“I doubt they’d regret hurting those assholes after what they tried to do to you.” Frank’s eyes widen in surprise, like he hadn’t meant to say that part out loud.
“Maybe not, but you saved them from jail, so that’s something.”
“They stopped themselves,” he counters.
Oh my God. This guy is impossible.
I stomp my foot. “Dammit, Frank. Take a compliment.”
