Page 50 of Why Cruise

Ren raised an eyebrow at me and I flipped him off. He just nodded. He’d gotten his truth out, but all was not forgiven.

“I could take you shopping tomorrow.” I rejoined their irresistible banter.

Mackenzie turned to me, clasped her hands and put them demurely on the table. “Justice Twill. I’m not sure it’s proper for a billionaire to buy me panties at this stage in our relationship.”

Heart. Fucking. Stopping. The R word?

“They’d be fantastic panties though, Mackenzie.” They were back to their loud whispering.

“Oh, good point. So maybe just this once, then?”

“Because you can’t go commando.”

“Ew. No. Slick puddles everywhere.”

“We’re not that type of omega.”

“I, however, do think we need to talk about the elephant in the room.” Mackenzie sat up and turned slightly sideways in her chair and crossed her legs. The slit in her dress rose up, exposing her naked thigh. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.Don’t be that alpha, uncontrollably growling over an omega who does not belong to you.

“Is the elephant wearing panties?” Ren smirked, taking a sip of his water.

“It is the blatant sexism on display here.”

Ren and I looked at each other across the table, equally horrified. Sexism? What the fuck had we said?

“Nobody likes the word ‘panties’. And you won’t give us another word. ‘Underwear’? ‘Undies’? Ew. That leaves ‘panties’ as our best option.” She circled her finger at all of us, including Theo. “You have ‘boxers’, ‘briefs’. Those are classy words for unmentionables. And we get ‘panties’ because we’re girls.”

“What about ‘thong’ or ‘g-string’?” Ren asked.

“Those are different types of panties.” I added helpfully.

Mackenzie bit her bottom lip and tapped her fingertips on the table. Theo whistled softly, not making eye contact with anyone. They were suddenly acting like they were sitting on government secrets.

“What?” Ren got there first.

“Omegas don’t wear g-strings.” Theo blurted after a tense few moments.

“Of course they do.” Ren and I said at the same time.

Theo kicked Mackenzie under the table.

“Ow! I’m not telling them.”

“I’m not telling them. I just read about it on the message boards. It’s your issue.”

“What message boards?” I asked.

“I can’t!”

“I’m the male omega here. I’m not going to get banned for breaking the code.”

“What code?” They were completely ignoring Ren, too.

“Okay. Fine!” she spat at Theo. “Omegas don’t wear g-strings.” She said again, like repeating the statement would lend it more authority.

Ren leaned into the table. “Not to sound like the slut I am, but I can say with a high degree of confidence that Justice and I have slept with more omegas than the two of you combined, and I have personally ripped more than one g-string off an omega.”

She cleared her throat and placed her folded hands on the table. “It’s omega propaganda that we all actively participate in?”

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