Page 92 of Knot for Me
“Good luck,” I call after him a little too loudly.
A man in an expensive suit whips his head in my direction as he walks down the hallway, eyes widening slightly. He pivots and comes into the kitchen instead of continuing on like he should have. I brace myself. I knew there was a chance of this happening.
Pasting on a fake smile, I put the island between him and me, busying myself with organizing the appetizers. “The ballroom is down the hall.”
“Reagan?”
I look at him. “Yeah?”
“It’s Greg, your fathers’ fishing buddy.”
Relief floods through me. I remember him now, he looks a lot different in a suit, but most people do. “Oh. Hi. How are you?” God, that was close. I thought for sure he was going to be a creep.
“I’m doing good, doing good. How are your parents? Is this your pack?”
“They’re really great and yeah.” No point in explaining everything to him. “I didn’t think I’d see anyone I’d recognize.” I laugh. “I should have known better. It’s a small world, huh?”
“That it is. Hey, listen, tell your dads I owe them a fly fishing trip. I have to catch up to Kitty. She’s probably pissed that I’m late.”
“That’s what other mates are for, right?” I say with a wink.
He chuckles and points at me. “Smart girl. See you later, Reagan.” With a friendly wave, he heads out, and I release a full breath.
The worst-case scenario just happened and it wasn’t bad. Now all I have to do is get through the rest of the night without calling attention to myself.
Easier said than done.
ChapterTwenty-Three
REAGAN
At ten, the food is gone, and Katie cuts those servers. She, Marissa, and Norris carry trays out to the large tables, leaving them for guests to take on their own now that the main portion of the event is over. I hid in the kitchen while the alphas made some big speech, but I caught the end of what they were saying.
They’re pushing for a change within the Royal Council, something about integrating the lower alphas so they can have a say too. There are so many non-royal packs, it makes sense. I’m not sure how Cornelius would feel about it, but much to my surprise, he’s not here tonight. I wonder if that was by design. I assumed he would be invited, but maybe they didn’t include him for a reason? Remembering the live video I saw the other day of protests, it makes me appreciate what the guys are trying to do. It’s nice to know that those low packs are being heard.
I’m in the middle of wiping down the dining table when a low whistle fills the kitchen. “Is this where they’re hiding dessert?”
Turning, I take in the two alphas in designer suits. Their hair is slicked back, and the rest of their features are identical aside from their eyes. The one on the left has brown eyes, and his brother has hazel-green.
“Dessert was taken out a bit earlier. I’m sorry you missed it.” I fold the rag and try not to scowl when they both flick their gazes to my cleavage. I fight the urge to cover myself and wait until they look at my face again. “Did you need anything else?”
“I can think of a thing or two,” the one with brown eyes says. “What’s your name?”
“Tiffany,” I lie.
“Mmm. Tiffany, you are scrumptious.” The other brother walks over to me.
I take an instinctive step back, but stop myself when his eyes light with interest. He’s an alpha. I can’t run from him, it’ll only set off his predatory instincts.
“I have to finish cleaning before my boss comes back,” I say, tipping my head toward the table. “She’ll be mad if I’m not done.”
“I’ll handle your boss.” His hand reaches for my face, but I take three quick steps back. “Hey, easy. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Yeah fucking right.
“I don’t like to be touched.”
“That’s because you haven’t had someone touch you in the right ways,” the brown eyed brother says, startling me because he’s suddenly at my other side. “We can show you how an omega should be touched.” He runs his finger over my arm.
