Page 10 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“You didn’t seem to have such an issue when Bee was living here.”

“Then you’re amnesic,” I say. “I remember very well telling her a million times to get suppressants.”

“…true.” Gigi is toying with a corkscrew that had been lying about. There’s a flush on her cheeks and it makes those blue eyes of hers even bluer. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and my already tight pants go tighter.

Then something else occurs to me. The way she keeps defending this omega…

“You want him here?” I stare at her. “You really want him to stay here.”

“He’s nice,” she says, looking sideways at the kitchen hub as if it’s something fascinating. “That’s all. I mean, if his suppressants work, what’s your problem with him?”

Sophie gives a low laugh, sipping black coffee from her favorite mug, the one with the jungle animals she got from Costa Rica or some such place. Tall, with impressive curves in all the right places, she works as a flight attendant and gets to go places.

She’s cute, but I’m not that drawn to her. Gigi is more my type. That willowy freckled redhead type with legs for miles, sparkling blue eyes and a wide smile. I’m not so much into girls, but for some reason Gigi does it for me.

I’m more into guys, and that’s the problem.

Casey is a guy.

An omega guy.

And I don’t do omegas.

“So where is he?” I resume pacing.Dammit.I spent the night tossing and turning. I swear I could still smell his scent. Though now that I’m close to Gigi, I’m starting to wonder if it washerI smelled.

I pause, sniff the air. Fuck, is it her? It’s a delicate scent, typical of a beta, but it’s sweet. I’m a sucker for sweet scents, and although it comes with the territory, I guess I’m into it more than other alphas. She smells… like strawberries? With a dash of sugar.

“Ron?” Now she’s staring at me with huge blue eyes and I realize that I’ve actually stopped mid-stride to sniff at her. Like the animal I am.

I stare back at her, too fucking aware of the darkening pools of her eyes, her tits pressing against the top she’s wearing—no bra,my mind whispers,no fucking bra,you can see her nipples—and the way her thighs press together on the counter, in her thin pajama pants. She’s aroused. Strawberries and whipped cream.

My mouth waters.

“And there he is,” Sophie says, breaking this goddamn spell I’m under.

I whirl about and sure enough, there he is, at the kitchen door, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Fuck me.

Dark hair, cropped short, wide gray eyes, tall and slender in his white T-shirt and jeans, just muscular enough to draw my eyes to his defined shoulders and arms. I’d almost have said he’s a beta, but for his scent and the eyes.

His scent is muted now but I’m so attuned to the air now that I can still smell him, faintly. Must be his clothes, still carrying the scent. He’s showered, scrubbed himself both with soap and blockers, and has obviously taken the pill suppressants, too.

He’s pretty. Almost as pretty as Gigi.

And that shit’s fucking dangerous.

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“Sorry about last night,” Casey says, pulling a chair and sitting at the table across from Sophie. “Didn’t mean to stress you all out.”

“We’re good,” Sophie says, smiling at him, and pushes over a plate. “Cake?”

He takes it with a nod but makes no move to eat. “Do you guys want me to tell you about myself?”

“Just the broad lines,” Gigi says.

I turn and park my ass against the counter beside her, folding my arms over my chest. She lets out a small breath, as if I’ve startled her.

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