Page 52 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

Bishop laughs, but Titus’s face goes hard as stone. I can’t tell if he’s covering or is actually repulsed by that notion. And I don’t know how to feel if it’s the latter.

“Anyway.” He clears his throat. “I was gonna try to hit up Opulence again tonight. It’s Friday, so most of the girls will be there.”

“That’s a good idea,” I quickly throw out, eager to take this change in subject.

Titus quickly looks down at his feet then back up to me. “You wanna come?”

“Me?” I can’t help my instinctive tone of shock.

“Yeah, or not.” His jaw ticks, and he swallows. “I was just thinking that they might share things with another omega they wouldn’t with me. But whatever.”

He tries to brush it off, and I find myself quick to clarify I’m not disinterested. “No, I want to. I just wasn’t expecting an invite is all. When are we going?”

“Now?” he poses.

“Yeah, okay,” I quickly agree, not caring to change out of my suit or trying to disguise the hint of excitement in my voice.

He shoves his hands into his pockets and gives me a nod. And maybe I’m imagining it, but I’m pretty sure he bites back a smile too.

I go to give Bishop a hug goodbye, and Ecker jeers at Titus. “Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and be able to fuck something other than your fist tonight.”

Trilling a buoyant laugh, I lean in to kiss Ecker next, my palms flattening on his chest. Right before our lips meet, I say, “Don’t be a dick.”

Then I push him hard with both hands to send him tumbling off the dock and into the cold water. He yells as he falls backward, making a loud splash.

I turn to Titus and lift a brow in question. “Ready?”

He sucks on his teeth and nods, and this time, I’m positive I’m not imagining the smile he’s fighting back.

1. Continue playing “Start a War” by Klergy, Valerie Broussard until ornamental break

Chapter 19

Tease

Titus

Majestic spots me in the downstairs lounge of Opulence as soon as she leaves the VIP room she was in with a john.1 She waves, her long, jeweled nails sparkling in the purple light. Excitement bubbles in my chest, giddiness even. No doubt she’s going to try to climb into my lap, maybe even make the same offer as last time. I lean back in my chair and spread my knees while making eye contact with her so she knows the invitation is open.

Her hips sway as she strides across the floor in high heels, her shoulders tall and proud. She’s truly mastered the art of seduction. It’s not over-the-top or try-hard. It’s a smooth, sexykind of confidence that draws you in, making people ready to crawl on their hands and knees just to be near her, let alonewithher.

But that’s not why I’m lighting up with eagerness.

Sinclair is sitting on a velvet settee with another working girl. They’ve been talking animatedly for at least half an hour. I hope she’s getting some good information, but I’m antsy for other reasons.

I crave her attention like a drug, and I need a fix.

Especially after she seemed almostexcitedabout coming with me tonight . . .

“I knew you’d be back,” Majestic taunts as she gets closer. I force my gaze to stay on her even though all I want to do is see if Sinclair is looking.

I blatantly trail my eyes down her lingerie-clad body, which makes her wet her bottom lip, and smile. I don’t feel even a little bad for leading her on. I’ve done much worse for far less.

She bends over, popping her ass out, and puts her hands on the back of my chair. I tongue my molars with the hint of a cocky smirk when she leans in face-to-face.

“You don’t know why I came,” I counter.

Her eyes drop to my lap, and she looks back up at me through her lashes. “But I know why you’ll stay.”

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