Page 74 of Knot a Good Idea

“I was a shit student,” he murmurs. I can feel him looking at me, but I don’t turn to face him. If I do, I don’t know what will happen.

“You created a tech company,” I say.

“I was good with computers. I wanted to be a video game designer because that was the only thing I was into. Oh, that and fighting.”

I turn to him, all apprehension forgotten. “Fighting? Like professionally?”

We’re so close now that my chest is almost touching his.

If I just took one more step…

His eyes darken. “No, baby. Like street fighting. Underground shit for money.”

“…oh.”

Imagining Hunter in the ring, shirtless and with his muscles on display, does something to me.

It’s primal. It’s animalistic.

And my inner Omega ishungry.

His golden eyes have darkened to a rich brown, and my lips part slightly.

“Your room,” I breathe, forcing myself to head down the hallway and not throw myself into his arms. “It’s this one on the left. Next to mine.”

I push open the door and lead him into the tiny guest room. The bed is queen size, but he’s so huge that I’m sure he’ll barely fit. A bookshelf sits in the corner, and the dresser against the wall has a small television on top.

It’s quaint and cute.

The exact opposite of Hunter.

“Sorry about the bed,” I mutter. “I’m sure the one at your hotel is better.”

“I’ll make it work,” he promises, his voice low. “I’ll make sure I fit in it.”

I look at him to see if he’s making a joke, but his expression matches how I feel inside.

Ravenous.

“Oh. Good,” I squeak, turning to head to the door. “If you want to grab your stuff?—”

“What about your room?” he asks. “I’ve seen every other part of the house. Why not finish the tour?”

Because if I have you alone in my room, I’ll jump you.

But my traitorous, inner Omega is more than thrilled to have Hunter there.

“Sure,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. “It’s nothing special, though.”

“Hmm.”

It takes mere steps to reach my room, and the air is charged with electricity as Hunter enters behind me, surveying the space.

“It’s a little messy,” I say, staring at the overfilled clothing hamper in the corner. The bed is unmade, and I wonder if he recognizes theBedlitedesign. It’s a bed specially designed for Omegas and their Heats.

They’re ideal for more than one partner.

“It smells like you in here,” he says, his voice gravelly and low.

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