Page 41 of Marked By the Pack
So he couldn’t date me in public? But he was fine if Ace and Huxley knew we were having dinner? Otto was the most confusing man in the history of men. The big house suddenly made a lot more sense though. And Otto was full of shit. He wasn’t looking for something serious. And he certainly wasn’t a family man. He was a bachelor living in a bachelor pad with his buddies, playing games with my head.
But it just so happened that I was really good at teasing men. I did it for a living.
“We should all eat together,” I said. “It’ll be fun.” I walked into the kitchen without waiting for a response from Otto. “Hey, guys. Do you want to come watch a movie with us?”
“Sounds good to me,” Ace said.
Huxley handed me a plate. “I hope you like pepperoni.”
“That’s perfect. Thanks so much, Huxley. You’re the best.”
He smiled at me.
I turned around to see Otto frowning. I ignored him and followed the twins into the family room. There was a huge couch and a few recliners that definitely didn’t belong in any interior decorating magazines. But everything looked really comfortable.
Huxley sat down in one of the recliners and grabbed the remote. Ace sat down on the couch.
There was so much room on the couch, I could have sat anywhere. But I wanted Otto to drop this whole “I can’t date you” game by making him realize I could get whoever I wanted. Including his friends. Besides, it would be easy to flirt with Huxley and Ace.
I sat down right next to Ace. Like really close.
Emma said I couldn’t date twins. That I had to choose one. Which seemed a shame. Because they were both beautiful. I’d actually had a dream once about being with them both at once. There was just something captivating about their shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes. And the fact that there were two of them.
Ace turned his head and smiled at me. “What would you like to watch?”
“Anything is fine with me,” I said and batted my eyelashes at him.
For just a second, his gaze dropped to my lips.
Otto sat down and put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me a little closer to him.
I shook his arm off me and turned back to Ace. “Is there a game on tonight? I love watching big strong men competing.” I nudged my shoulder against Ace’s.
He laughed. “Yeah, there’s probably a basketball game on or something.”
“Yup,” Huxley said. He turned on the game, but he didn’t look toward the screen. “Do you like basketball, Zoey?”
“I love anything with balls.”
He laughed.
Otto leaned toward me. “What are you doing?” he whispered in my ear.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing, huh? It seems like you’re trying to make me jealous.”
“Huh. Is it working?” I took a bite of my pizza. And then I leaned forward and put my plate on the coffee table, giving Ace and Otto both a nice view of my ass in my dress. I looked over my shoulder at Otto.
He raised his eyebrow at me.
“If you want to make him jealous, you’ll probably have to take it a bit further than that,” Huxley said.
I turned to him. Otto and I had been whispering. How had he heard that from over there? I shook away the thought. Who cared? I was more interested in the way he was looking at me. Like I was the only person in the whole room.
“And what did you have in mind, Huxley? How can I make your friend here super jealous?”
He put his plate down. “You could kiss my brother.”
