Page 2 of The Alpha's Arrangement
“Tomorrow.”
His stance changes a bit. The once rigidness of his muscles relaxes, yet he carries himself with such authority that, if one wasn’t looking, I’m sure it would have been missed. Carter is casual, but very much on alert for some reason, making me a bit nervous. Somehow, he must sense this, because he inhales and some of that alertness disappears, setting me at ease.
“What time? My men and I will come help you.”
“That’s really nice of you, but the movers will take care of it.” Even if that is super sweet of him, there’s no way I’d accept that kind of help from a stranger. It’s too much.
“What time? We’ll be there to help,” Carter repeats, and Owen chuckles under his breath.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, instead of answering Carter.
“Nothing, Izzy. I’m just happy you came to Spear.”
Carter takes a step forward, moving to the side of my shopping cart so he’s mere inches from me.
It’s my turn to inhale him. The smells of wood, oak, a hint of leather, and testosterone-filled male come through loud and clear. It’s an absolutely intoxicating concoction.
“What time?” he repeats yet again, not backing down.
“Ten.” My response comes out before I can filter it, as if he’s putting a wicked spell on me and sucking me under.
His white teeth make an appearance, and I fully admit that I’m a teeth woman. Something about when they sparkle turns me on. They don’t need to be perfectly straight. It’s just the color.
Damn.
“We’ll be at your place at nine thirty. Do you want us to bring coffee?” A sexy glint comes to his eye.
“Really, you don’t need to—”
“I insist. We help our own.”
“Thank you, but …” A single look from him cuts my words off. This one is different than the sexy one he gave me moments ago. This one is determined and leaves little room to no room to argue.
Carter brings his hand up and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. All I can do is feel each featherlight touch and try my damnedest to continue breathing. Then he brings his fingers to my chin and holds me in place for a moment, almost like he is inspecting me. When he releases me, it’s on a sigh.
“We must be going. We’ll see you in the morning.”
“Ah … okay.”
Carter takes one more look at me before Owen grabs the cart and pushes it off. I note that the only thing inside of it is meat.
CHAPTER TWO
AIR MATTRESSES SUCK. NOT HORRIBLY, BUT I CAN’T WAIT TO GET INTO MY BED. ONE NIGHT didn’t kill me, yet I can feel it in my back. Unfortunately, the spring chicken I once was, is no more. Not that thirty-one is old by any means, but when I was twenty-one, I could sleep anywhere at any time, waking up refreshed and alert. Now, I need comfort sleep.
When loud thumps come from the front door, I grab my cell to see it’s nine thirty. Crap.
Flinging off my one blanket, I toss my long, golden brown hair up in a messy bun. It’ll just have to do because Carter and whoever he has with him are here. Damn, I thought I set my alarm at least, wanting to brush my teeth before they came. Luckily, I washed my face before I went to bed, so at least my blue eyes won’t look like raccoons.
I fling the door open and, just like at the grocery store, my breath catches. Luckily, one hand is still on the door to help hold me up.
Carter stands so damn tall and broad, wearing yet another thermal, this one navy blue, bringing out his eyes. His jeans hug his hips like they were made specifically for him. His hair is a little damp, but the way it falls around his face is remarkable. Long hair on men never did it for me. For Carter, it does.
There are several men behind him, but my focus is only on one.
“Hey,” I greet as Carter’s eyes move down my body. It’s as if my breasts feel him looking, because my nipples pebble. It’s then I remember what I went to bed in, which isn’t much. No bra because, who wears a bra to bed? I firmly believe in letting the girls be free. In that decision, though, my nipples stand to attention in the thin spaghetti strapped tank I have on.
Carter’s eyes move down, and he heaves in a breath. My legs are long, and with these short as hell sleep shorts on, they probably look like miles. I’m curvy, all tits and ass, so I have no doubt both are on full display.
