Page 2 of Becoming His Pet

“You know, Greg. If you don’t want to be with a girl, maybe you shouldn’t fuck her like you do,” she snapped at him, while working her foot into her shoe.

What did that mean?

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression—”

“No!” She sliced her hand through the air. “I don’t want your apologies. Just forget the last few days. Delete my number from your phone, and don’t bother coming to my place for dinner tomorrow night.”

Had they made plans? He worked nights at The Bar; why would he have dinner plans with her?

“Are you sure you’re thinking of me?” he asked, unable to stop himself.

She huffed again, her face reddening, but then realization swept over her face. She hadn’t meant him.

He managed to stifle a laugh, but the grin couldn’t be contained.

“It’s fine. I’m sure he’s a better match for you.” He opened the door to the apartment. She didn’t respond, just gave a little yelp when she stumbled on the edge of the rug and headed out the door.

Greg followed her down the narrow stairway to help unbolt the bottom door that led out into the parking lot of the building. She remained stoic and silent, staring up at the ceiling to avoid looking at him, and once the door was opened, she shoved past him and disappeared into the morning sun.

“Well, she didn’t last long, did she?” Aubree’s sweet voice startled him. He whipped around and found her standing at the end of the hall carrying a large box.

He put himself into motion and snagged the box of toilet paper from her.

“It’s a little early for you to be working,” he said and carried the supplies down the hall to the closet.

Living in the apartment over the bar he ran with his brother meant he ran into his brother and his sister-in-law at all hours of the day.

“Bella woke me up, and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to get a jump on a few things,” she explained as she walked behind him.

“Where is my niece? You put her back to bed?”

“She’s in the office coloring,” Aubree said.

The three-year-old didn’t like sleeping in late on Saturdays, no matter how much her parents begged her.

“Hey.” Blake appeared through the back door. “Here you are.” He narrowed his gaze at his wife.

“Where else would I be?” she asked with a bit of a huff. Greg recognized that tone and turned to head toward the office. Some time with his niece would give them enough time to work out their issue.

“You didn’t leave a note, and I texted you.” He heard his brother chastising his wife. “Greg, wait, don’t go anywhere yet.”

“I didn’t get your text,” Aubree stated with annoyance. “And I did leave a note, right—” She paused mid-sentence then cursed. “I’m sorry. I think I wrote it and stuffed it in the diaper bag when I left.” She leaned against the wall.

Blake’s mouth pinched together in a straight line. “You’ve been working too much and keeping up with Bella is getting harder now that she’s into everything. Greg and I will handle the inventory this morning. Bella can hang with us, you go home and get some sleep.” Blake’s no-nonsense tone would have frightened some females; they would have seen his tone as angry. But he was in protective mode, and once Blake shifted to that gear there was no talking him down.

But Aubree was no ordinary woman.

“I’m not tired,” she argued.

“I didn’t ask if you were. Now go home and get back to bed. Lie there and count sheep, repeat the alphabet backwards, whatever you gotta do, but you don’t get up again until I call you.”

Aubree sighed. “Fine.”

“We’ll take care of Bella, just get some sleep,” Greg interjected. Playing with dolls didn’t exactly ring his bell, but spending time with his niece was always full of adventure. She had her mother’s magnetism for trouble.

“Okay, okay.” Aubree threw up her hands. “I’ll just give her a kiss and head out. Don’t forget she has playschool at eleven. Are you sure you can get her there?”

Blake nodded and pressed a kiss to his wife’s forehead. “Not a problem. Just rest up—because if your attitude gets much worse you’re going to have bigger problems.”

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