Page 56 of Wicked Alphas

I laugh, unable to control the flush on my face. “Stop it.”

“No, even covered in soil, you’re still a vision.”

“Gross.”

“Come on, Princess. That compost is an aphrodisiac, and you know it.”

I flick a bit of soil at him.

* * *

I spenda few hours with Beau, enjoying his presence.

I purposely stand too close to him a few times, our sides touching, and he smiles every time I do it.

The sexual tension between us is palpable, but I force myself to focus on the plants.

His eyes drop to my lips occasionally, and I find myself licking them unconsciously.

I want to taste him.

Dirt and all, I want him.

But as we’re walking back, the sun setting, he asks me a question that makes my heart flutter.

“Do you want to go to dinner with me? If you’re feeling up to it?”

There’s a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if he’s not sure I’ll say yes.

It’s adorable.

“Am I supposed to have dinner with my boss?”

He snorts. “I’m not your boss. None of us are. Well, maybe Grey, but only because he’s the boss of everyone.”

I keep walking, and spot Wilson watching us from the dining room window, tilting his head inquisitively.

“You don’t have to,” he adds quickly. “It was just an idea. There’s a local restaurant that uses our vegetables—”

“Beau. Of course, I’ll have dinner with you.”

I mean, why would I say no?

I want him.

Just like I want James and Grey.

And fuck it. With this new start, it’s time I take what I want.

Good things are allowed to happen to you. Grey’s words from last night replay in my mind.

“Great,” Beau says, as he opens the back door for me. “It’s a date.”

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BEAU

She saidyes to our offer.

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