Page 15 of Knight Life In Vegas

I pressed my lips together to hide my smile. “What’s your actual name?”

“Eduardo,” he replied. “And this ridiculous asshole with me is Dylan. What’s your name?”

“Charlotte. It’s nice to meet you both. You guys are fans of Molly Barton?”

“Hell yeah we are,” said Dylan. “She was the ’90squeen. My dads fucking love her, and so consequently, I do too.”

“I know her music,” replied Eduardo. “I’m not a super fan like Dylan, but I appreciate her talent.”

“You gonna get the hat?” Dylan asked.

“I shouldn’t. They’re pretty pricey.”

“Well, if the price is the only thing standing in your way, then it’s on me. Unless there’s another piece of merchandise you would like better?”

“I can’t let you buy me something.”

“He’s going to be insufferable if you don’t accept the gift,” Eduardo told me.

“It’s true.”

I raised a curious eyebrow, unsure what warranted him using that love language on me. “What if I just pick out something cheaper?”

“Then I’ll buy you thatandthe hat.” Dylan grinned, giving off some serious golden retriever energy.

“All right, you can get me the hat, but don’t expect anything out of it.”

“Seeing your smile when you put it on is the only payback I need.” He handed his card over to the staff at the table, purchasing three of the feathered cowboy hats.

I couldn’t help beaming when I put mine on my head, a rush of nostalgia washing over me.

“I won the bet with myself that you would be beyond gorgeous with a smile on your face,” said Dylan.

I laughed. “That’s cheesy as hell.”

“What can I say? Sometimes you gotta haul out a line like that.”

“You do have a beautiful smile,” Eduardo added.

My cheeks warmed and my body tingled under their gazes. “Thank you. And thanks for the hat. Feels like the full concert experience now. I should use the bathroom before the show, but I might see you guys later?”

“I hope so!” Dylan waved as I hastily departed.

I locked myself in the bathroom for a few minutes, taking some steadying breaths. I was absolutely not used to alphas hitting on me. At events in New York, I was almost always with my ex and he went near-feral if anyone looked at me too long.

Ironic considering his extracurriculars.

Maybe unleashing my omega nature with Francisco made me react more than usual to Eduardo and Dylan paying attention to me. Intrusive sultry thoughts filled my head, of me sandwiched between them with more alpha than I could handle. I swallowed hard and shoved the thought away. It was one thing to take a tumble with one random alpha, but two? That was beyond the pale for me.

I waited until I was pretty sure they’d have gone into the venue before slipping inside myself. Nervousness, dread, and excitement pooled in my belly as I got closer and closer to my assigned seat. It was quickly becoming apparent that we were all seat buddies.

My cheeks burned when I paused in the aisle and was forced to tap Eduardo’s shoulder. His eyes widened and a smooth smile leapt to his lips.

“It looks like my seat is right on the other side of Dylan,” I said, my voice a bit hoarse.

Both of them stood up to give me room to pass. Did I want to go face-to-face or turned away from them and risk brushing my ass on one of them? I decided face-to-face was probably a bitsafer, but the moment I stepped in front of Eduardo, it was like time slowed. I took in the crinkle at his eyes, his soft lips, and curling hair. The urge to reach out and lay my palms on his chest was almost overwhelming. Instead, I curled my fingers into the hem of my dress and kept scooting along. Time refused to go any faster when it was Dylan in front of me instead. His green eyes gleamed, and when my heel slipped over the edge onto the dropped row behind me, his arms locked around my waist to save me from tumbling over the seats.

“Whoa, there. Are you okay?”

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