“We are,” I agree and I watch as her body relaxes.
“Good, cause I really like you both and I don’t want to feel like I’m being dishonest. I really want to spend more time together and see where this goes,” she says, her honestly hitting me right in the chest.
I can’t help but to move my chair closer to hers and put a hand on her thigh.
“That’s exactly what we want too.”
She smiles at both of us and some of the pressure that was weighing on my chest washes away.
She’s all in and so are we.
This party fucking sucks.
It’s asses to elbows with Alphas stinking up the place and all I want to do is pick Claire up and get her the fuck out of here.
But I can’t with how happy she is right now. There’s no way I can do that. She’s talking animatedly with her red-headed friend, so I stand here like a protective bodyguard.
“So, what exactly are we looking for?” Wells asks the other Omega.
“She likes nerds. No one too aggressive. Oh, and they’ve gotta be financially stable,” Claire answers for her.
“Yup, she’s pretty much on the spot with all of that,” Andie replies.
“Are we looking pre-established or B.Y.O.P.?” Wells asks.
“B.Y.O.P.?” Andie questions.
“Build your own pack.”
“Hmmm. I think a pre-established pack, maybe?” Andie says.
Wells scopes around the large event space and clicks his tongue. “Be right back,” he says, walking off and leaving me with the Omegas.
I must have an aggressive look on my face as Claire drags a hand over my chest soothingly.
“Wells has been getting to know everyone on the ship. Maybe he has a pack in mind,” Claire tells her.
A server is walking around the space with champagne and both of the women take a glass and I shake my head. Claire keeps a reassuring hand on me, but all it does is work me up more.
I can scent the arousal of Alphas around us, and it’s making me fucking violent.
A woman with big bouncy blonde hair approaches us, her gaze looking me up and down as Claire clutches me even closer to her body.
“Seems like we’ll just be running into each other all over this ship, huh?” the stranger Omega asks Claire.
Claire clears her throat, taking a sip of her drink, not responding right away. “It seems so.”
The woman looks me up and down once more and I want to scoff at how obvious she’s being.
“You really do work fast. No one back home was willing to pack up with the princess of Manhattan?"
“Megan, we’re literally on the same fucking heat cruise and you’re judging me?” Claire snaps back.
The woman sucks her teeth and I wrap my arm around Claire’s waist, pulling her closer to my body. I don’t like this fucking woman one bit, and it’s obvious Claire doesn’t either.
“Just wondering. They say money can’t buy happiness and I guess they’re right,” Megan snarks and Claire sighs heavily, grabbing the bridge of her nose. “Though it seems it can buy you a single-celled massive Alpha.”
That would be when all hell breaks loose.