Page 6 of Whatever It Takes

I glare and slap his hand away.

“She smells delectable. I can’t seem to help myself.” Although, I’m not sure it’s helping her see me in a better light. “Jameson has barely looked twice at her all night,” I say to further justify my questionable behavior. “He didn’t speak a word to her during dinner.”

My oldest friend gives me a look that might indicate I’m the reason for her boyfriend’s sudden disinterest.

Yes, fine.

I followed a similar thought process two hours ago, but it’s all part of the bigger plan, and certain small sacrifices have to be made in the meantime.

I’ve done my best to keep her entertained, but the little vixen is far too loyal to acknowledge my awkward advances. My earlier comment was only meant to emphasize that everything shouldn’t fall on her shoulders, when we’re all technically Jameson’s guests.

It didn’t work out how I intended, but I’ve done my best to cheer her up, especially since herboyfriendhas barely glanced at her twice.

I’m a royal fucking hypocrite for wanting to rip his head off for how he’s hurting her. More so because I’m the cause of all of it.

If only Jameson would have heeded my warning. We’ve been coworkers bordering on friends for close to five years, and he’ll still be looking for a new job as soon as his willpower breaks.

It’s my goddamn company.

I can fire whoever I want to be rid of.

He needs to crack soon.

I found myself daydreaming about breaking his neck as we all sat together at the dinner table. Only, this building has a fuckton of cameras and full-time security.

He likes to visit a particular gym across town. Having Calder hack the video feeds from the parking lot and the surrounding area wouldn’t take much. But for working in our line of business, Calder is strange about killing without a cause.

Jameson is driving me fucking crazy.

That’s the cause of my newfound insanity.

No, actually, it’s that little omega.

She’s under my skin.

I don’t understand how she got there, but it doesn’t change the fact that she is.

“Christ, you’re plotting Jameson’s untimely disappearance right now. Aren’t you?” Keir scoffs. “You fucking lunatic.”

“I was not,” I grind out, like he can’t see right through me. Although, I may have been on the verge of mentally calculating Briar’s height and weight in case I need to drug her to kidnap her.

Christ.

There’s a slim possibility I’m on the verge of going feral.

Nothing affects me to this level.

It just proves she’s mine.

That’s all there is to it.

“I can see the insanity as it runs through your mind. It’s written all over your face,” Keir mutters.

“I’m not sure why I put up with your insolence,” I growl.

“Because no one else will deal with your miserable ass?”

“There you are,” Briar says, coming into the hallway. “It seems like everyone is getting ready to head out. Do you want me to make a take-home container for each of you?”

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