Page 220 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
My heart races both from the near miss of almost falling and the seriousness of his tone. I swallow thickly, glancing away from his searching look.
I like them too, but it’s not really comparable, is it? Nearly ten years of history trumps knowing someone for a day, even if I am wildly attracted to their scents.
“Aww, fuck. You’rereallynot over your ex,” Carver says, giving my hip a squeeze before taking a step back. “Come on. I’ll get you back to your room.”
I don’t argue. I let him guide me out of the gym because I understand exactly how ridiculous I seem.
Carver aims for the stairs and we head up toward my suite.
No matter how much I wish I could flip a switch and just turn off those emotions, I don’t know how to shut them off.
I wish I did.
It would be a lot less embarrassing.
A whiny sound slips from my lips and Carver stops dead in his tracks.
“Do you have a cramp? Do you need some water? Is your cat dying? Oh shit, did you smuggle your pussy into the resort? I don’t think we allow pets.” He gives me a once over.
I scoff.
“You’re insane,” I grumble, checking the wall to see if we’re on my floor.
“So your kitty is fine and you don’t have a cramp. What’s up? Tell me why you’re going all pouty omega on me.”
I blink for a few seconds before turning to head off down the hallway.
“It’s actually this way,” he says, gently grabbing my arm and pulling me in the complete opposite direction.
“You didn’t even get to change back into your clothes,” I say, watching his shoulders flex under his workout T-shirt.
He shrugs. “I’ve been working for like sixteen hours. I’m calling it after this.” He swipes his key card to get into the locked omega wing, and I head down the hallway.
“Here’s your sweater,” I reply as we come to a stop at my door. I pull my key card out of the weird pocket on my leggings and move to yank off Carver’s zip-up hoodie.
“It’s cool,” he says, gently giving my wrist a squeeze. “You can keep it for now.”
“Thanks.” I move to unlock the door.
“Don’t forget this.” Carver hands me my phone over my shoulder as I bump open the door with my foot. “You think he’ll bother you again tonight?”
“I’ll be fine.” I step inside giving him a little wave. “Thank you for keeping me company.”
“No problem, Mel.” He leans against the doorframe, and I’m once again smacked with his delicious scent. “Do me a favor?”He moves even closer, brushing the same hair away from my face. “Turn your phone on silent and don’t answer if that fuck face calls again. Some of the shit he was spewing...” He shakes his head, sighing loudly. “You don’t need to hear that. Let him sober up, and even then, ignore his ass.”
My jaw slides side to side as my eyes squeeze shut.
“Right, I’m guessing he’s always a total fucking twat?”
My eyes pop open.
His jaw clenches, and he raises his eyebrows like he’s waiting for a response.
I hate that someone else witnessed the way Ben talks to me when he’s drunk. Embarrassment floods my system as my face burns.
I step backward into my suite and give him the sincerest smile I can fake. “Have a good night, thanks again.”
His huge hand lands against the door, making me startle. He studies me for a few seconds. I almost think he’s going to continue to push the issue, but he finally gives a nod and backs away.
