Page 10 of Knot Happening

Tatum: These aren’t very comfortable.

Cocky Alpha: They’re meant to be seen. Preferably over shoulders or hanging off the edge of a bed. Not for long hours on your feet.

I’m embarrassed to say how long the suggestion took to click. I gasp when I realize what he was implying.

Tatum: You have a filthy mind. This is kind of insane, you know that, right? I’m guessing these are expensive as fuck, and you do not know me. At all. Why would you give a random stranger such an extreme gift?

Cocky Alpha: Honestly?

Tatum: Obviously.

I take a second to change his name again, while I wait for him to type out his reply. My nerves are going crazy, and I need an explanation, but he’s typing too slow!

Declan: You’re stunning. All I could think about was bending you over in the middle of the shop and finding out if you tasted as good as you smelled. Your messy blonde hair would look so good wrapped around my fist. Plus, I have the money to spend. I was hoping the gesture would help you see me in a more positive light. Sway you into getting to know me.

Tatum: You could have just said you’re trying to fuck me. It’s less words.

This message from any other Alpha would have had my hackles up, but for some inexplicable reason, his admission doesn’t creep me out, or put me off. It’s very honest, I’ll give him that. It doesn’t make me want to agree to dinner, either, but it does make me want to keep flirting with him.

Declan: But that's not the whole truth. Yes, I want to fuck you. I think anyone that finds women attractive would want to fuck you, Tatum. But I also want you to enjoy this. All of it. Getting to know me, flirting with me, then maybe, fucking me.

Tatum: So this is a game for you? Turn the sweet Omega into a dirty slut?

If I wasn’t texting him, with no intentions of ever seeing him again, I wouldn’t have been so freaking bold with my words. But something about knowing I’ll never see him again makes me want to take risks I never would otherwise.

Almost like I can be someone I’m normally not. Pretend to be this confident, sexual Omega. The opposite of the woman I really am. The one I’ve had to be since my mom started to fall apart.

I change into the silky red lingerie, slipping the heels back on, and stand before the mirror. I look fucking insane. I tug my hair out of its bun and shake it out. It’s wavy in a sexy bed rumpled way, and I pose, before snapping several pictures.

Tatum: *Sent a photo

I’m on my knees, looking at the camera like I’m about to be fucked from behind. The lingerie is stunning, and I look sexy.

Declan: Fuck, you’re teasing me. Jesus, you look unbelievable. If I was there, I’d do some very knotty things to you.

I’m blushing from his compliments, and I chuckle at his use of knotty when my phone pings again.

Declan: And no, not a game. Game implies a winner and a loser. This is just fun. And enjoying sex doesn’t make you a dirty slut. I think that insult is outdated and overused. When I call you my little slut, it will be a compliment, Tatum.

Jeez, he’s so… Fuck, I don’t even know. He’s bold, confident, and clearly goes after what he wants, the second he wants it. Most Alphas can be like that, when they want an Omega.

I can’t take this level of heat, though, so I chicken out of the dirty talk when I reply.

Tatum: I have to get ready for work now. Why did I apply to the twenty-four-hour diner? Who even invented them?

Abruptly changing the subject was super obvious, but I’ve lost my nerve. I think he’s hot as hell, but I’m still the same girl I was this morning. I’m considering downloading a dating app now, though. Just to flirt with strangers.

The attention might be good for my self-esteem.

I pull on a pair of black shorts and the T-shirt that says Mom’s Diner on it, grab my apron, and slip my feet into my black sneakers after I pull my socks on. I grab my purse and head into the living room while I tie my hair back up in a messy bun.

“Hey, Meg.” I wave since she’s just arrived and is already checking on Mom. She likes to keep herself busy with a crochet project and is already pulling one out of her bag.

“Hey, Tatum. Have a good shift!” She gives me a little wave. She always wears scrubs, and today, they’re blue. She’s short with brown hair and brown eyes. She looks so much like her mother.

“Heading to work, Mom. Have a good night with Meg.” I press a kiss to her head, fill up her water, and then leave her a donut for later.

“I’ll make sure she eats it.” Meg nods, watching whatever show is on the TV, as I head out.

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