Page 31 of Knot for Me
My shoulders bunch with tension when Lucas remains in his seat. My back is to him, but I can feel his energy from across the room. Ignoring him the best I can, I scrub the plates and put them in the dishwasher. Once that’s done, I head to grab the lasagna dish but stop short when Lucas reaches it.
He walks toward me, a smug smile on his face. I prepare myself for more insults, but he simply steps around me and sets the pan on the counter. He picks up the fancy cover and clicks it into place, keeping his back to me. I shake off his weirdness and go get the tray with the bread and the cloth napkins that were left behind.
“You can put the bread in here.” He sets a Tupperware container on the counter and crosses his arms over his chest, leaving his butt against the counter to watch me.
“Thanks.” I don’t look at him, and I don’t smile. He wants to be an asshole to me, then he doesn’t get to enjoy fun Reagan.
“You’re sure you’re not tired?”
Narrowing my eyes, I drop the last piece of bread into the container and snap the lid closed. “I’m fine.”
“Go to bed, Reagan.”
Funny. He doesn’t make it a command, so I straighten and scoff. “What is your problem?”
His head rears back. “What?”
“You heard me. Why are you being so rude to me? If you didn’t want an omega in your house, why did you buy me?”
Scrubbing his hand over his jaw, he studies me. “Because Melvin is disgusting.”
I shake my head, not buying it. “You were going to buy me before he even bid for me. Why?”
“Omegas shouldn’t demand answers from their alphas.”
“You’re impossible.” I grab my wine and flee, too scared to stay in the same space with him for too long. Lucas makes my omega instincts go wild, and I don’t want him to think I like him. I don’t.
Sure thing, Reagan. You were panting for him when he was busy humiliating you upstairs. Go back and shove him against the fridge and kiss him.
I ignore that thought. That’s a horrible idea. I find Cory and Marco in the living room, sitting on the couch and searching for the movie. I plop down between them, swiping the fresh bottle from Cory and over-pouring my next glass.
“Easy there, Reagan. I’m not holding your hair back if you get sick.” Marco nudges me with his elbow and leans back, stretching his arm across the back of the couch.
“Ha. Jokes on you. I’m not even close to getting sick.”
Lucas comes in with two bowls full of popcorn. He sets one on the coffee table in front of us and takes the oversized chair for himself. He doesn’t spare me a glance, which is fine by me. I’m tired of his attitude.
“Let’s go over the ground rules,” Cory begins.
“Rules for movie watching?” I ask.
He nods, jerking his thumb toward Marco. “This guy talks way too much. So, rule number one: No talking. Rule two: No spoilers. Rule three: If you fall asleep, you’re at our mercy.”
Option three doesn’t sound too bad.
No. Bad Reagan.
“Sounds easy enough.”
“Can we start now?” Marco says, reaching forward to grab popcorn. His arm brushes over my thigh, and I pretend not to notice.
“No talking, bro. I’m serious.”
“You got it.” Marco winks at Cory who shakes his head and mutters something under his breath before starting the movie.
The giant screen flares to life andKill Billstarts. Despite this being one of my favorite movies, I can’t focus on it. Every time one of the guys grabs a handful of popcorn, their bodies brush against mine. When Marco takes another handful and his biceps caresses my thigh for the twelfth time, I growl in frustration and grab the bowl, placing it in my lap so they don’t have to reach over me to grab it.
“Sorry.”
