Page 8 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

It’s a bust,I think, unaccountably sad. Wanting a roommate because he’s hot doesn’t count as a valid reason, does it?

“I’m sorry,” Casey says, still backtracking, “sorry for this, I’ll go. Dammit, I don’t know where to go, I?—”

“You’re staying,” I decide.

“Gigi,” Ronin growls.

“Not a good idea,” Sophie chimes in.

“I’ll go get him some more blockers,” I say. “And he’ll stay in the empty room until they work. And then we can talk.”

“What are you doing?” Ronin demands in a low hiss. “I told you, I can’t?—”

“It’s late,” I cut in before he says anything nasty. Casey looks scared and stressed enough as it is. “I’m not sending him out now.”

“He can stay with Sawyer,” Sophie says.

“What’s the matter?” I taunt them. “You can’t control yourselves enough not to jump on him? No self-control?”

“Fuck. Goddammit.” Ronin throws me a cold glare, then storms out of the room.

Yeah, okay, I seem to have touched a nerve.

“Make sure he stays behind a locked door,” Sophie growls, taking off her apron and chucking it on the counter, her glare a match for Ronin’s.

“Sure.” I sigh, and turn to Casey who’s gone back to pale. “You good there?”

“Maybe I should go.”

“Your suppressants or blockers failed. It happens. Did you change brand on either?”

“Yeah. I was getting a reaction to the suppressants, and I’ve been trying a new kind. I hadn’t realized they weren’t working.”

“Everything will be fine, you’ll see. They’re nice guys, once you get to know them. We’ll give it another try tomorrow.”

He gives me a smile then, shy and sweet, and good God, he’s so cute! Boyish and yet with those nice shoulders and a strong jaw, he looks like a supermodel right off the catwalk. My traitorous body is all too happy to be near him.

And then I have another thought and I almost come on the spot, because this hunkness overload, honestly…

Did Casey make Ronin hard? Is he hard right now as he moves about his room, getting ready for bed?

Now I won’t be able to sleep a wink all night…

* * *

“Here,” I say, “sheets and a pillow.” I throw them on the bed of the currently unoccupied room. “Now you also get a chance to check out the room where you’d be staying.”

“That’s kind of you,” Casey says quietly. He’s standing at the window, looking out. “I didn’t mean to inconvenience you.”

“Not your fault. And it’s no problem.” I watch him, not very discreetly truth be told, his perfect profile, the high cheekbones, the full mouth. So omega and yet so… male. I’ve never thought of Sawyer that way, although he’s a handsome man as well, as I can objectively state. I’ve never been physically attracted to Sawyer. Or to Bee or any other omega.

That’s the difference. I feel attracted to Casey.

Casey who’s lounging against the window like a sitcom actor in a break from the shooting, looking debonair and effortlessly elegant even in his plain T-shirt and jeans.

I don’t know why I keep thinking of modeling and acting careers for him. There’s something so…unrealabout him and yet when he turns his head to smile at me, that smile is so real it’s like a hook sinking into my heart.

Back up, Gigi… Whoa.He’s dangerous. Maybe Ronin is right. Maybe letting Casey in here to stay with us is a big mistake.

---