Page 59 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“Our new omega roommate.”

“Whoa, slow down.” She makes pushy gestures with her hands. “I missed a few episodes here. So you want Casey, an omega… Grey, a beta… but also Zayne and Ronin, both alphas… Did I miss anyone?”

“No.”

“And you want all of them? Or youlikeall of them, but want one of th?—”

“All of them.” I pout. “You said I could have them all.”

A laugh escapes her. “I did?”

“You told me,” I make air quotes with my fingers, “wanting more men than one is not a crime.”

“Huh. I said that, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. You also said my designation doesn’t matter; it’s how I feel that matters most.”

“Well.” She smiles. “There you go. You and the other girls taught me that when I first arrived here, all scared and certain that something was wrong with me for wanting all those guys.”

“And yet I am a beta.”

“And yet,” her smile widens, “it doesn’t matter.”

“Are you telling me that you’re giving me your blessing to lust after four guys?”

“Gigi…” She stops smiling, looks down at her hands.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s just… You told me that you also don’t want to commit. That you want to find one man to be with. What changed?”

“Nothing changed. That’s still the masterplan.”

“So what you want is an arrangement with them? Like Ronin has with Grey?”

I freeze. “I… I don’t know.”

“Well.” Her smile makes a comeback, and this time it looks a little uncertain. “You have my blessing with whatever makes you happy, you know that. But if all you want with these guys is sex and then you will move on, if you want what Ronin wants, an arrangement… then you’d better be sure. Last thing I want is to see you broken-hearted.”

“I won’t be,” I say. “My heart isn’t involved in this.”

“I hope you’re right,” she whispers.

I hope I’m right, too. And I still don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

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RONIN

Iknew this would happen. I knew that letting another omega into the apartment would only lead to trouble.

It’s his scent, I think. His suppressants or blockers must be failing again.

Which is a load of bullshit.

And I’m talking about myself. Because…

Keep lying to yourself, Ron. Keep telling yourself it’s his scent that’s making you so hard. That it’s pure instinct. That you haven’t been stealing looks at him, just like you do with Gigi, and fantasizing about kissing that pouty mouth.

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