Page 47 of Perfectly Yours

I snort and stick my phone back in my pocket as we drive up to my apartment, my sister leaning against the building to deliver my care package. I roll down the window, Carleen approaching slowly with a wild smile on her face. “Goddamn, you smell like an Alpha, Ellie. No, no, that’s a good thing. You smell very… claimed. Anyways, clothes, water, a sandwich, and more ice cream from Eclectic Desserts.”

My nose turns up at the idea of water and the sandwich. Although I ate breakfast, I haven’t been keeping up with my meals.

“Yeah, I know that look. I want pictures after you’ve eaten. Give me your Alpha’s number so that I can make sure he keeps you on a regular schedule too.”

My cheeks warm and I shake my head, stealing the bag from her. “I’ll eat, okay?” I rummage through the bag and rip open the perfectly wrapped sandwich, stuffing half of it into my mouth. “Better?” I say, my voice muffled by the food. Carleen chuckles, shaking her head as she pats the car twice and then backs up. I throw her a small wave and roll up the window as the car takes off, Ethan rolling up the privacy screen without me having to ask.

“There’s about fifteen minutes to the next destination, miss.”

That’s the last I hear from him as I scarf down the sandwich, choking several times until I force myself to drink the water as well. A few pictures later that all get sent to my sister, I shove myself into the maxi dress that does well to hide the slight curve to my belly. I stare down at my tits, loving the way the fabric hugs them until I realize that I’ve worn this dress before and it’s never fit so snugly. Testing the waters, I grab my left tit and bite back a moan when I’m met with extreme sensitivity.

Holy fuck.

Needing to distract myself, I dig into my spinach lavender ice cream, kicking my feet up with every bite. The nonpregnant me would hurl at the thought of these flavors but it just… works. The ride passes quickly and the only reason I know we’ve arrived is that my door is flung open, Savin there with his stupidly perfect smile. His eyes widen at my half-finished pint, the Omega stealing my spoon for a taste of his own.

“Goddess, what flavor is that? Spinach and lavender? Why do I like it? Who cares? It’s delicious.” Savin takes a few more hurried bites as I admire the way his hair is tightly pulled back, showing off his bond mark. He’s dressed in a loose band tee with cut-off sleeves and tight jeans that leave almost nothing to the imagination.

An impressed sigh falls from my lips, tearing Savin’s attention away from the dessert to me. I cough to cover up my intentions, although it does nothing for my scent, and I scoot out of the car, pushing him out of the way in the process. “Not here. We cannot start anything here.”

Savin hums his response as he continues to shovel ice cream into his mouth. He scrapes the bottom of the container and lets out a ragged sigh before tossing it in a nearby trash can. “Uh-huh, Macon would be mad he missed it. Let me show you around and then I get to do the modeling thing while you watch.” His aura lights up the entire place as he steps inside, pointing at multiple stations full of products I’ve only seen in stores. Nothing aside from the general beauty products have ever caught my attention so even though these might be good, I’ve never tried any of them.

“Do you want to smell them?” One of the crew asks, holding up a few samples. “Savin, here, says they all smell like ass but I just think his nose is broken!” She giggles and I catch onto her airy Omega scent as she shoots Savin a warm smile. It makes me happy to see that there are a few that bring happiness to Savin’s day in his line of work. The girl holds up a sample to me and I shake my head.

There are a few things I’ve found that I no longer enjoy and smelling random perfumes and lotions seems like a headache that’s easy enough to avoid. “I prefer my things unscented at the moment. I’m Ellie.”

“My PA,” Savin butts in.

The girl’s face lights up. “I was wondering where Macon went! He’s usually lingering but that makes sense. Jace will be relieved not to have to deal with the Alpha’s presence. I love Macon but he can be… a lot. Right, I’m Yvonne.” She sticks her hand out and I take it eagerly, her gaze soon narrowing in my direction. “You smell really sweet. No way! When are you due?”

I suck in my bottom lip, not sure if I want to answer that question. Of course, other Omegas would pick up on my scent—their noses work way better than the other designations. I do well not to touch my stomach but I just give her a little smile before trying to get out of the conversation. Yvonne catches on and shrugs as if she never asked the question in the first place.

“Savin, you’re at station three and then four. Ash is the photographer, so good luck.” She points across the white tiled floor at a row of stations, each with other Omegas and Betas posing for pictures. A shutter sounds and then another until it’s just a cacophony of them. Savin guides me over to station three, his hand wrapped around my wrist, fingers digging into my skin to keep me present.

“I kind of forgot that this would be a problem,” he mutters.

“It’s not. I’m okay. It’s not the same.”

“The last thing we should be doing is stressing you out when-”

I pull my wrist from his grip, Savin whirling around in shock. I nearly lose my cool before I reach up to fix the collar of his shirt—not that it needs it—to give the illusion that there’s a reason to be this close. “If you say babies, I will murder you. I am not a piece of glass and you do not need to coddle me any more than I need to do for you. Now, go out there and look pretty before I’m tempted to ruin whatever makeup they’ve slathered on your face.”

A giggle tears from his throat as he walks over to the one empty station, a photographer approaching him to position him correctly. Ash, I presume, is a wild character with a brilliant red mohawk, more earrings than me, and a gown that looks like it belongs at the MET gala. I’m not even sure what Ash is wearing but it’s impressive.

I stand there awkwardly, watching Savin work his magic. His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes—it’s not the same one he shows at the house. Still, I watch and reassure him when he looks in my direction. I’m sure as a real PA I would be doing something more but the least I can do is grab him water and snacks. Finding the buffet of junk food is rather easy as I snag a water bottle and a few cookies, knowing that both Savin and I prefer sweets over chips.

“You must be the new PA that Macon was telling me about.”

I pause in my tracks and turn around to face an Alpha nearly as large as Macon. His presence isn’t as fierce but blue eyes and that haughty smile tell me he’s trouble. “And you must be Jace.” I shuffle everything into my left arm so I can shake with my right. Jace accepts the gesture, obviously trying to dissect me with the way his gaze keeps narrowing.

“Having Macon run around here for his Omega was a bit of a mess. Every time he thought something went wrong, he’d step in and make sure it was corrected. A bit of a headache.”

I don’t like Jace’s tone but I don’t comment on it. “Right. Seems like a lot.” I head back to station three, Jace in tow. Does he need something? “Yes?”

“It’s just nice to see Savin opening up to other assistants. They don’t usually last long but he seems to like you. Now Macon can get his work done and-”

My face contorts with disgust as I drop my spoils onto a chair behind the station before turning to face Jace head-on. “I’m sure you mean well. After all, Savin is your model. But in the past minute that I’ve met you, you’ve favored Macon over Savin. Are you one of the ones that believe Macon’s mother?”

Jace holds up his hands, waving them furiously. “No! I-”

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