Page 254 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
Could I set her up with some high-tech talk-to-text software?
Oh, absolutely.
Am I going to?
No fucking way.
I’m going to figure out her pen name and read all her books so I can see if I can get any clues or hints to what she finds romantic and use it to my advantage.
I’d also really like to read the sexy scenes she’s dreamed up. Hell, I’ll gladly offer to recreate any she’s having trouble getting the logistics right on. It’s clear her career is important to her.
I intend to be the most supportive boyfriend on the planet. And not just because being around her is giving me hope that I won’t end up feral and need to be put down.
I really fucking like her. I love that she never makes me feel like I’m weird even when I say things other people know not to say.
I’m going to study her through her writing and then be the perfect hero from every one of her books.
Okay, that might require split personalities... But there are three of us.
“It won’t be weird?” she asks, frowning at my chest. “Do you promise you won’t pick on me even if it’s kind of cheesy?”
I chuckle. “I promise. What I can’t guarantee is that I won’t get a hard on if you start saying sexy things. I mean, shit thatwasn’t very romantic. Are we dating? Can we date? I want to woo you.”
Her hand slides over my chest and across my stomach. My cock jumps in response, but now is not the time.
“You really want to court me?” she asks.
“Yes, courting. That’s the word I was supposed to use. Wait, is that different from dating? We go on dates and I buy you stuff and we see how things go? That’s what I would like to do. Do you want that too?”
“Yeah,” she says, chuckling. “I think I do.”
Melody and I spend several hours learning how to work together. I quickly pick up on the fact that she has one voice when she’s testing something out and another when she wants me to type it.
My favorite is when she brainstorms for the male character, she rambles aloud in her impression of his voice, and it’s fucking adorable.
Carver pops his head in Miller’s door sometime in the early afternoon. He’s got a tray of food and a smirk that makes me want to snarl at him to get out.
Shit, I probably should have fed her lunch by now.
Having a girlfriend is harder than a goldfish. I ignore the fact that my mom ended up repossessing the fish when I forgot to feed it for several days.
He lived, I’m not a monster.
I occasionally forget to feed myself too.
I set my laptop aside and pull out my phone. I quickly schedule daily reminders for mealtimes so I never accidentally forget to feed Melody again.
This is why packs are a good thing since I’ll likely manage to miss the alarms at some point.
“Are you okay?” Melody asks, patting my thigh.
“I should have considered that you didn’t keep down much breakfast. I never thought to offer to order us lunch.” I cross my arms over my chest and glance at Carver, who is busy stretching across the end of the bed. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he says, nodding to the tray. “There’s a grilled cheese, a turkey sandwich, and a few other things. Do you think you can keep something down?”
Melody looks like she’s contemplating exactly that as she sits up against Miller’s pillows. “Yeah, I hope so.”
Melody takes the grilled cheese, but she only nibbles at it. The three of us eat in Miller’s bed, which I find funny because he’d kill Carver and me for doing the same thing if Melody wasn’t involved.
