Page 36 of Talk About… Rivalry

Most blockers would have worn off by now to some degree. Or they would by morning.

Right?

All I had to do was wait it out. To sleep next to her and wake up to breathe her in, confirm that something was off.

Hell, I could be a proper alpha and simply ask her but if she truly did have no scent, I knew damn well it would be a sensitive topic.

Fuck, this was going from something uncomplicated, to strings being very much attached.

Was I even ready for that?

It seemed fate didn’t care if I was or not.

Sidney

As I woke up and turned my head to take in the alpha next to me, I realized that I’d actually freaking done it, it wasn’t just a dream.

I had gone home with a random alpha.

Then a sinking feeling filled the pit of my stomach and it was all because of Maverick and that fucking date.

He had looked right at me, as if heknewhow I felt and he had just never acknowledged it.

That hurt more than I cared to admit.

There was never flirting or any hint from him, and yet he gave me the out, the moment to interrupt and put a stop to it.

And I froze, stood there, stuck like a fucking fool.

My eyes traced over the relaxed features of the alpha next to me. Bennett, the representative from Sinclair Vineyards.

Of course, I’d heard of the name. Their bottles filled pretty much every store you could buy wine around here.

Well, except for Whitaker Brews. They weren’t exactly big on wine. Not that they didn’t hold any on stock, but it was usually not the fancy kind.

Maybe that was about to change.

Bennett’s dirty blond hair that was slicked back last night was loose now relaxed around his face. His intricate tattoos were even darker than I realized, a swirling of ink around his throat before plunging under the covers where I couldn’t see anymore.

I almost wished I had more time to study them.

Last night was a blur, but an amazing one. After he’d made me come four times with his tongue alone, I was a goner.

The man fucked like a god.

I stretched out my body. My muscles were a little sore, but deliciously so.

Oddly enough, there was no regret in me at all. It felt like the right thing to do last night and today, I could appreciate the fact I’d given myself something that was just fun, no strings or history attached.

It was a release that I had needed so desperately, but had never given myself. At least not in a long time.

“Good morning,” Bennett mumbled, a soft smile on his lips as he looked at me.

His eyes were narrowed as if he was trying to make out my shape in the dim lighting. I looked around for the glasses that he wore last night, spotting them on the table near the front door.

Not bothering to cover up now, I climbed out of bed and snagged them off the table before bringing them back and helping him slide them on his nose.

He blinked again, his eyes focusing on me this time. He had this way of smiling that was more of a smirk but it was like he was up to something. The epitome of the cocky, bad boy smile you read about in books.

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