Page 5 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“Two omegas together would be kinky.”

“I didn’t realize you were into kink.”

I shrug and fiddle with my phone to hide my expression. I don’t know what I am into. I like sex. Haven’t had it in a while. In… more than a year, at least. Or two?Baby Jesus.No wonder I get all breathless when I’m around hunky, muscular boys.

“His name is Casey,” Sawyer goes on and it takes me a minute to remember who he’s talking about. Right, the roommate. “Casey Hunnam. I think you’d like him.”

“What about the alphas I live with? Would that work out?”

“Oh, Casey is religious about taking his suppressants and blockers. Shouldn’t be an issue.”

“Good. Okay.” I put my phone down. Can’t put it off any longer. And it’s Sawyer’s apartment. He needs that rent money. “When can we meet him?”

“He could swing by tonight.”

“In a hurry to move in?”

“You could say that. Look…” Sawyer takes a breath and finally puts the damn towel down. “Just meet him. If you don’t like him, no problem. See if you all feel comfortable with him. He really needs a place to stay and if you don’t want him, I’ll help him look for someplace else.”

But he’s Sawyer’s old friend and Sawyer really seems keen on putting him up upstairs with us. No pressure.

What if he’s a troll? A nasty person? What if he never showers and leaves all his dirty dishes in the kitchen? Omegas can be as nasty as alphas.

We betas are always nice.

Just kidding.

“Fine,” I say. “Send him up tonight. And may the odds be in his favor.”

* * *

“An omega.” Ronin doesn’t sound exactlythrilledwhen I break the news to him, just as I expected. “I don’t like it.”

“Sawyer says he takes his suppressants religiously, it shouldn’t be an issue?—”

“I don’t like omegas.”

I stare at him. “Ronin…”

“What?”

“You’re an alpha. You’re supposed toloveomegas. You’re not making any sense.”

“Why?” he snarls. “Because I’m an alpha I have to spend my life panting after omegas?”

“Well, not… notexactly. But you should at least, I don’t know…likethem? As a rule?”

“Says who?”

He’s giving me a belligerent look and I’m in no mood for war.

Also, the image of Ronin panting after an omega, of Ronin panting and sweaty and aroused, period, is too much. I grab a mug from the kitchen cupboard, almost dropping it as I brush by him to carry it to the table.

“Just saying, Ron.” I shrug. “Alphas and omegas. Pot and kettle. A match made in heaven.”

“That’s not what pot and kettle means.” He glowers. Runs a hand over his blond faux-hawk. “And I don’t like this. We should get an alpha or a beta instead.”

“Because us betas are below your radar,” I mutter under my breath.

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